“A very different sort of prayer—most certainly not for the sick and dying—rose within him as his gaze remained fixed on the… — Christina Boyd Copy Share Image
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I didn't ask you to catch me!" "You're so delightful when you're irrational. Of course I'm going to catch you." He slid… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
