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... the intensity of a woman who had just found salvation—or carbs. Her footsteps were quick, sharp, little stomps that sent tiny puffs of dust into the air. She narrowed her eyes at the tall grassy stalks swaying in the gentle mountain breeze, her heart thumping as she crouched.
"...No way," she whispered.
She leaned closer, pushing aside the stems with both hands and squinting suspiciously because, well, she didn’t trust happiness. Happiness usually led to pain, disaster, or men. ...
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