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How’s your father?
G.A. Aiken
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Brastias. My friend
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Is there ever a time you’re not an arrogant bastard?
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He sighed. A year since he’d left her the morning after the final battle with her brother. A year since he’d held her in his arms. A year since he’d kissed her. A year since he’d buried his head between her thighs. A year since she’d punched him in the face
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What’s going on?
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