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“Because sometimes women cry when there’s good news. Tears of relief. You know, catharsis.” His expression was utterly blank. “Haven’t you ever cried when you, I don’t know, you get a new batch of that fancy stationery you like with the watermarks on it?” He looked bewildered. “That’s what you think I’d cry tears of relief about?” “You do like your office supplies.”

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Chloe Neill is an American author known for her adult fantasy novel series, 'The Chicago Vampire Guard.' Her works blend elements of vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural beings, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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