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“Now you listen to me, Lucille.” She startles from my rough tone. I’ll apologize for it later. “The only thing I want is you. With or without children, I don’t give a flying fuck. With twenty dogs or only our little Sabrina. All I care about is your happiness. That’s what makes me happy―knowing that you’re content and satisfied. Knowing that I’ll wake up beside you every single morning. Knowing that I can kiss you any time I want. Knowing that you’re mine.”

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Book:Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick
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