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Wrapping my arms around his neck, absorbing the hoarse prayers passing his lips, dizzy with happiness. Dizzy with relief. He’s here. He came back to me. “I love you, Moore. I love you. I don’t want to be without you anymore.” “You were never without me, Allie,” he growls. A sob rips free of my throat.
Breaking the Bully
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