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“Tom, how many children do you think I have to have before I figure out you get them by having sex?" "Of course there would be protection," he offered. "Tons of it.”

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Sunrise Point

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Robyn Carr
Robyn Carr

Robyn Carr is an American author known for her romance novels. Born in 1951, she began her writing career in 1981 and has since published over 100 novels. Carr's works are celebrated for their emotional depth and complex character relationships. more

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