✨ Meg reads and dim sum ✨

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“Our song,” Beatrix whispered, as the sweet strains floated up to them. “Yes.” Beatrix lowered to the floor and braced her folded arms on the windowsill … the same place where she had lit so many candles for a soldier fighting in a faraway land.
Love in the Afternoon (The Hathaways, #5)
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