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a soft glow.
“It’s not much,” Alma said, wringing her hands. “I can run out and get more in the morning—”
“It’s perfect,” I said.
Madison walked into the room and stopped.
“Is this… mine?” she asked.
“If you want it,” I said. “We can change anything you don’t like later. Color, furniture, all of it. But for tonight, this is your fort.”
She crossed to the continue reading …
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