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... mind grew restless and his heart throbbed, feeling as if it had been delicately brushed by a feather.
"Uncle, are you listening?"
As Nia Mitchell continued speaking, she gradually lost the initial awkwardness she felt. The warmth on her face subsided, and her words flowed more naturally.
Maxwell Peary’s dark eyes grew deeper as he stared at his little wife standing before him, wishing he could meld her into his very bones and blood.
And so, he leaned down, seizing ...
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