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“How do you always show up with these in your hair?” She shrugged. “There are a lot of branches on my way to get here.” “You could cut them.” “But where’s the fun in that?” She placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath her palm. “I don’t mind if the forest wants to have its way with my hair.”
These Bitter Blooms
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