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... I really don’t have a feet fetish...
Trust.
The memory faded, and the present bled back in the chatter of the café, the smell of roasted beans and sugar, the faint sunlight spilling across the table.
Liam was still there. Still smiling, still glowing like some divine protagonist blessed by the gods themselves. The same silver hair. The same violet eyes. The same infuriatingly peaceful expression.
I sighed, dragging a hand down my face. O ...
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