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... ins giggled beside him, covering their lips with their tiny hands—hands that did absolutely nothing to muffle their gleeful chuckles.
As for Lola, her face was as red as an apple. She drew a deep breath, swallowing her embarrassment like a hard pill.
I wish... this ground would open up now and swallow me, she winced inwardly, touching her head.
Her eyes drifted to where Atlas sat, only to catch the black panther resting near his feet. And sitting atop the panther’s back—l ...
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