Eazy Breezy ☕️

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He moved to sniff some white-and-yellow flowers. A nightmare. This was a nightmare. “You can’t really like flowers.” Again those dark eyes shifted to her. Blinked once. I most certainly do, he seemed to say.
Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)
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