Josephine

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A groan escapes me and I bend over her. She is tiny compared to me, her head only reaching the top of my chest, but that means I can envelop her against me, and I do so now. I wrap my arms around her, burying my face against her neck and taking another deep breath of her scent. So perfect. So maddeningly perfect. Mine.
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