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She waddles forward in her towel. I know what she wants without asking. Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her. She soaks in my touch like it’s a lifeline. I would be lying if I didn’t say I wasn’t doing the same with hers.
The Resurrection of Wildflowers (Wildflower, #2)
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