Emerald Green Eyes
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"So here I am now. I'm in prison, waiting for the guards to get him from his cell and bring him to me. Wondering how this will all go, and if I'll be able to handle it."
How could she tell? He was perfectly normal. How could he hide it so well? Maybe his excuses were clever. How could she resist those eyes? ...
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