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“I’m hormonal and exhausted and hungry. Unless you want me to cry through breakfast, I need you to stop being that guy for a minute. Be the other Leo.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Your tits are fucking huge.” I laughed. “Thank you.”
Fallen Jester (Clifton Forge, #5)
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