Anna Autero

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Once I’m cloaked in the soft fabric, he snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me back firmly against him, my back to his chest. “Please, let me go,” I whisper. “I don’t think I can,” though quietly delivered, his reply is a direct hit.
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