The Stubborn Sister's Love Awakening: From Rejection to Embrace

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heart. I shook my head vigorousl

d smiled at me. Against the light, his eyes sparkled,

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tabby, Misty. I glanced at Misty, lounging on the sofa, back st

y, my ragdoll cat, like a gentle little lady. On the way hom

t, probably from an infection. After I opened the door and

cat was easily dis

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boy answered the door. His hair was curly and tousled, ey

Andrew with the trait

me to building 1, apartment 302 to find me. He wou

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