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Her fingers delve into my hair, and she leans her body over mine. “Don’t cry,” she begs. I didn’t even realize I was, but she’s right. I’m shaking with the sobs. The fear that I might lose her just when I got her back was overwhelming.
The Resurrection of Wildflowers (Wildflower, #2)
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