Hearts Rewritten

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his desk sat like an altar between us. He leaned back in

ulous in this still-too-fancy dress and absolutely illegal lingerie undernea

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, knowing smir

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upt. His attention was quiet and steady-somethi

cally raised me. If I have anyone I could ever call family, it's her." My fingers twisted around the hem of my dress. "She'

as still.

ness at a community college in New Jersey. Transferred, worked my butt off. Took night sh

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until he was beside me. He didn't sit. Just looked

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lap. "We'll survive the interview. Yo

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layed on his lips. "Anything els

or, well, eye to collarbone, beca

om breaking it when you were thirteen-skating accident, wasn't it? And that you wear two different

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