Amy Armstrong

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“For h-her,” she whispers, folding my fingers over the gift. Folding my fucking heart just as much. Last time I came, her belly was round and full, and I don’t have it in me to tell her there’s a small, severed leg lying in the dirt nearby.
To Bleed a Crystal Bloom (Crystal Bloom, #1)
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