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why she c
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embrace. Her lashes were still damp, but the tin
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nudged the folder closer. Her voice
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mind flashed back
g at the altar. Her eyes filled
and his fingers brushed aga
ed away
ive motion stung mor
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at her. Her eyes were calm
last. "I'll have the lawy
int, almost gentle smile. "Thanks," she s
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