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Clove is small because of her Omega heritage, making her light on her feet. But she’s clever. Because she’s running down the stream in an attempt to mask her scent. It almost works. Except I’ve spent the last two days inhaling that sweet perfume, and while the water may dilute it, it’s still there, lingering in the wind like a beckoning kiss.
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