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... Yancy Hastings’s footsteps reverberated, resonating deep within Evelyn Peary’s heart.
He was still in his camouflage suit, concealing his robust muscles.
He exuded an aura that only a true man of iron will could possess. His pace seemed slow, yet his strides were large, and in no time, he was standing before Evelyn Peary.
"Um..." This is so awkward, Evelyn Peary thought, breaking the silence first. She even considered greeting Yancy Hastings with feigned surprise, What a ...
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