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I lean down and gently cup her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “We aren’t going anywhere and all of us have bought our first-class tickets on your crazy train and we are all aboard for the ride.” I kiss her lips softly and then pull away. “I’ll take care of the chickens. Go with Oliver so you can get dressed and eat the breakfast Grayson made for you.”
Dying to Love
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