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... ght to herself, "This isn’t about you."
It’s for his girlfriend.
How could a two-hundred-pound fat man ever compare to someone’s beautiful, delicate little girlfriend?
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At the top of Bren Hill’s cabin, a man lay on a beach chair, resting his cheek on his palm, seemingly relaxed.
It was a man with cascading black hair, his face marked with unsettling deep-purple spells, his muscular upper body bare, and his bronzed skin covered with vicious tatto ...
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