Emily Singleton

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“I love you, Evan Cooper.” I smile softly. I hear an audible release of air from Evan’s chest as his shoulders slump. A few moments pass in silence. “Say it again.” He squeezes my hands with his eyes closed, causing me to smile like a fool.
You Never Forget Your First: And He Just Might Be the Death of Me
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