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He hummed, then held out his hand. I stilled at the sight but took four hesitant steps toward him. When there were two left between us, he tutted, and I realized what that meant—I scurried forward, covering the distance. When he smiled at me, his impatience disappearing, it was like a cat purring its satisfaction.
Filthy (The Five Points' Mob Collection, #1)
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