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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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Backslide, Misstep, Crack In The Road

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 when I covered him with a blanket, he stirred. “What are you do

 
 
 
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