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... ized by his sister who insisted that she needed to hug her brother in order to fall asleep.

Ronan could not be more miserable. Clearly, he and Lucien were the couple, but Lucien was busy with his sister and Ronan became the third wheel.

To make matters worse, Annalynne was acting like a five-year-old spoiled princess. She could not stop talking. f𝗿e𝙚𝘸e𝐛𝚗𝐨𝙫𝚎𝙡.c𝒐𝐦

“Lulu, I am so cold, hug me tighter...”

“Lulu, do you remember when we were still young...” < ...

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