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“He…uh, yeah, he was a poet, wasn’t he?” Quinn managed. What was this Irish man-thing straight out of an Anne Rice novel, with pointy ears, black eyes, and clothes from Bridgerton? And why hadn’t she run yet?
JK Mill
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