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“Come out, Goldfinch.” A delicate, warm hand comes up to my cheek, and she turns my head to look at her. “Come back, baby,” I say softly before I reach out and cup her jaw, letting my thumb drag across her cheek. “Come back to me.”
Glow (The Plated Prisoner, #4)
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