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... pped a cathedral bell inside my skull and then rung it for fun.
My first instinct was to groan, but that would have required breath, and breath was a scarce commodity when Hollow was plastered against my side like a man auditioning for the role of "human scarf."
His arm was draped across my waist, his leg tangled over mine, and his forehead pressed against my temple in that infuriatingly affectionate way that suggested he’d been in this position for hours. Worse still, he was coo ...
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