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We said our goodbyes, and they all turned to go. To me, he whispered, “Should I call her Mom?” I elbowed his stomach. “Why does it seem like you’re overly thrilled about this?” Warm puffs of air hit my ear as his lips moved dangerously close to me. “Because now you owe me. Big time.”
Faking Christmas (Christmas Escape)
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