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... s, her breath steadied, and the haunted look in her eyes finally began to fade. I didn’t say anything—just reached into my pocket and handed her a crumpled, barely-used handkerchief.
She looked at it like I’d offered her a dead rat, but took it anyway. Wiped her tears without a word, then let out a long, heavy sigh before sitting up straight again.
The moment she did, I couldn’t help myself. Mischief was my second language.
I grinned. "Damn, Kaelira. I didn’t know you car ...
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