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... a tear falling from my eye. He wiped it away with his thumb and shook his head.
"Yeah, he did just kiss you, but that wasn’t your first kiss. I had that a long time ago," he explained, with a half-smile that made his face look beautiful. What the hell was he talking about? I’d never kissed him. I frowned, thinking back, trying to remember. "Remember when I hurt myself when I fell out of that tree in my front garden? I was thirteen and my freaking leg hurt so badly, and you asked what yo ...
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