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radiating through the
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, just briefly. She
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didn't just need a wife. You neede
didn't waver.
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out my life like a case file.""I neede
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moment making her breath hot. "You don't ge
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. "Do you know what it feels like to be one signatu
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wly, her hands steadied as
ss here," Ethan sai
me with the truth," she s
risk that.""Because you don't
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