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His sweaty forehead crinkles with a frown and he comes down at me. He gathers me in his arms and licks my tears away. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby. It’ll go away, I promise,” he whispers, all gently and tenderly.
My Darling Arrow (St. Mary’s Rebels, #1)
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