After the Fall: Redemption in His Arms
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got lost in the hustle. I thought
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dn't bl
nner and didn't even bother to call. Or maybe when I stopped seeing that look in your eyes... the one that was begging me to jus
blinking back tears, her b
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you're lonely? You want cre
nd my way back to you... and this time, I want to earn it." If that means s
can't just mend a broken heart
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lding itself together. "Why not months ago? W
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glancing at his watch for what felt like the hundred
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