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ever wonder where you got that scar on your eyebrow?” he asked.
Her hand tightened slightly on the cuffs. “Excuse me?”
“You were three,” he continued softly. “You fell off a red tricycle in the driveway. You cried for five minutes, then demanded ice cream like nothing happened.”
The world seemed to hold its breath.
Her eyes widened just a little. “How continue reading …
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