Love her hands

Love her hands

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" Honey look, what a cute couple", an elderly woman passing by whispers to her husband. Chase gazes down at the girl clinging to his arm. " I think they're talking about us ", Terra mutters to him. " Well then... let them believe what they wanna ", he replies with a loving smile. *************** Terra Brookes, calm and shy but pretty. That's how everyone describes her. Chase Morales, an easy - going prince charming. Weird in his own way. Those were the whispers about him. Together they make a beautiful match. Perfect in every way. Or so they all think. But what they don't know is that... She's a cut-throat murderer ... and he's suicidal.
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