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Zeke drawled, coming up behind his younger brother. His blue-green eyes pierced straight into mine.
my Jack Russell, Delilah, rubbing her wet nose against my bare ankle
In fact, my tolerance for people talking to me is quite low. Non-existent, if I’m completely honest. How I survive
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