Jaida °•In my heart Is a christmas tree farm°•

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I felt a soft brush on my arm. Marigold had moved closer so that our shoulders touched. I stopped breathing, not daring to look at her. We faced opposite directions, but that bare connection between us sent a charged energy through my body. I’d never felt anything like it before.
A Game of Hearts
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