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“Stop talking to me,” he ordered as he walked away. “And stop staring at my ass.” “Just wondering how it looks with four legs.” He stopped. Faced her. “What?” “You know,” she admitted, “that sounded less . . . strange, in my head.” “Did it? Really?”

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The Blacksmith Queen

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