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So she leaned against him one last time, felt his arms go around her, and breathed him in. “Thank you. For the dancing and the lingerie strangling and the . . . all of it. Thank you.” She went up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingered a heartbeat longer than she should have. “I’ll never forget you.” And then she walked away.
The Blonde Identity
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