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Ongoing, First published Aug 18, 2014
"Who are you?" he said, brushing his lips against mine in a quiet sort of way. I pull away and brush my hair away from my face, exhaling. "You know I am." He holds my face in his hands and looks at me, really looks at me, as if he can see me for the first time. "The question is, Cress, do you?"All Rights Reserved
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