Jocelyn

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Before I knew it, the lights were dimming and Will was shoving me toward his sleeping bag smack-dab in the middle of Michael, Kai, and Damon. I groaned. Did I really have to be here? “Take it.” He pushed me again, and I stumbled. “I’m warm enough without it.” Like I care about your comfort. Seriously.
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