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Graylen hides a lot of things when he first meets Aubrey, and he doesn't know how to tell her of his true nature without scaring her or her son. All that comes crashing down when Aubrey does something completely simple. She drank from a coffee mug. That's what forced Graylen to reveal his true self to the woman he was in love with, and it had nothing to do with the shape or the design of the cup, but its contents. ©2014-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE
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