A Special Kind Of Love

“I’m nervous.” Zara slid the strap of her purse over her shoulder and stood beside the car with an anxious look on her face.

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David sat with his legs propped on the coffee table, comfortably slouched on the sofa with his eyes closed. I thought he was asleep, but...

Dear Penelope,