“No, it’s a car. The love of my life will be a woman with my last name.” — Jamie McGuire Copy Share Image
“Nice slippers,” Davin grinned. They were green and furry. “Thanks.” I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,”… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
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