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❛ they strike to kill ❜



she loved him, even now, of course she loved him.

even as she moved, up and around and across, careful, quiet.

she loved him, she was crazy in love with him.

mad with love, mad.



he'd said he loved her. and between his sweet smiles and mint kisses, of course, of course she'd fallen for him.

of course, of course.

but she knew better now, she would always know better now . . .



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