Mary

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Time does this weird stretchy thing as my eyes finally, finally collide with a pair of dark blue eyes I haven’t seen in over ten years. Eyes that have haunted me for far too fucking long, and all I can think is...No. Nonononono— “...remember Will?” My heart grinds to a stop. Lungs constricting. Will Foster. Will fucking Foster. What. The. Fuck.
Where There's a Will (Lost Boys, #1)
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