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“I don’t want anything from you. Don’t you see? I only want you. I want the girl who risked everything, who has scars and still fights, who saved my daughter and gave me back my life. My love for you isn’t measured in what you can give me—it never has been. I just want to spend the rest of my life beside you. That’s all.”

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Book:Wounds of The Past
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