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“Who would Betsy be?" "That's my truck," he said. "You named it Betsy?" she asked. "For real?" Sawyer waved what was left of his cookie at her. "You have ducks on your pj's, don't judge." "And she was inspired by who?" Sydney said with a smirk, her eyes dropping to his lips when he turned to her. "Your first love?" "If I would've done that," he said softly, "her name would have been Squeak." Bam. Sidney's heart felt like it reached out and slammed against every possible surface at once.”

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Book:The Cottage on Pumpkin and Vine
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