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“You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules. She smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light. “Not as much as I love you.” “Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an ‘I love you more’ debate. Here, I’ll start. I love you more. Your turn.” Sydney laughed and opened the door. “I’ve taken debate classes. You’d lose to my logic.”

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Book:The Fiery Heart
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The Fiery Heart

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Richelle Mead
Richelle Mead

Richelle Mead is an American author renowned for her young adult fantasy novels. Her most famous work is the 'Vampire Diaries' series, which has gained a massive global readership. Mead's books often blend history, mythology, and modern elements, appealing to young readers. more

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