Shanice Wolfe

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“I’m sorry, Sparrow. For everything.” I dropped my phone onto the gravel and turned away from the view of the city I’d come to call home, shutting my eyes. Spreading my wings wide. My heels shuffled beyond the ledge, hanging over empty air. …and I fell.
Warped Minds (Boys of Briar Hall, #4)
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