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She blinks at me, her chocolate brown eyes regaining focus for a second, as if her mind has clawed its way out of the haze of lust. And for just that brief second, a look like hatred passes across her features. It hits me like a knife to the heart, like a death sentence, like someone snuffed out my fucking soul. I freeze, rendered completely immobile by the look on her face.
Who Laughs Last (Clearwater University, #2)
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