*Isabel*
I went back to dusting, but as my brush moved over the surfaces, I couldn’t help thinking that maybe it wasn’t just the photo. Maybe it was something more. The way he didn’t talk a
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*Isabel*
I went back to dusting, but as my brush moved over the surfaces, I couldn’t help thinking that maybe it wasn’t just the photo. Maybe it was something more. The way he didn’t talk a