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Saddle my horse, my significant bother!” Juliana glared at him. “What? You said you liked riding.” “Say please.” Hawthorn sighed. “Please, my darling Jules, sweetest of my guards, song of my soul, won’t you prepare our horses so that we may go for a ride?”
Forest of Dreams and Whispers (The Fae of the Forest)
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