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“May I kiss you?" "Why are you asking permission?" Irsa Murmured. "Doesn't that -- ruin the moment?" "No." He smiled, but its edges wavered with a deeper meaning. "Because it's not just a kiss." "Why is that?" "Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first . . . and last lips I ever kiss.”

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The Rose & the Dagger

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