Lauren Dun

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I cried with shaking, wracking sobs. I’d never cried like this before. I’d never even let my emotions take hold of me like this before. “I’m so sorry, Ruben.” I curled my fingers into his shirt while I soaked the expensive fabric with my tears. “I’m so fucking sorry.” I hiccoughed like a child.
Resting Witch Face (Stay a Spell, #5)
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