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“I will never get to tell him I love him, even if my love was never enough. The empty ache grows and throbs in my chest. It’s a living and breathing thing inside me. Sucking the air from my lungs, and the warmth from my body. The ache and pain leaves me hollow and cold.”

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Book:Scent Hound
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