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Dearest Christopher,   I can’t write to you again.   I’m not who you think I am.   I didn’t mean to send love letters, but that is what they became. On their way to you, my words turned into heartbeats on the page.   Come back, please come home and find me.
Love in the Afternoon (The Hathaways, #5)
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