Swipe Left On Love
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Última publicación mar, mar 11, 2025
Three weeks. No emails. No deadlines. Just me, a small suitcase, and an overdue escape across Ireland. It was supposed to be a peaceful break-until am embarrassing coffee spill on the train changed more than just my travel plans.
He's tall, brooding, and built like a lumberjack in slacks, with a jawline that could cut glass and an accent that makes my knees weak. He's also heading to Galway - where I had no plans on going at all.
But maybe... just maybe, plans could change.
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