Authors: Kristen Callihan
Tags: #Fiction, #Historical, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Fantasy
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we
ll
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said.
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back
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oom.
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back.
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up
.
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bout
h
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gu
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st
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sgus
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.
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c.
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am
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prop
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“
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.
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at
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.
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h
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Then
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w
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.
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.
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,
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dull
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witt
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pp
ea
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d
.
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ou
did
.
”