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“Es tut mir leid, Spence", murmelte ich an seiner Brust. "Was denn?" Ich schluckte schwer. "Das ich so bin, wie ich bin." Er stütze das Kinn auf meinem Kopf ab und kraulte mir weiter den Nacken. "Dafür brauchst du dich nicht zu entschuldigen, Süße. Niemals.”

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Book:Trust Again
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