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Thirty-Six
“So, Angel, hm?” Bree threw him an amused look while arching her left brow. He was still laying in the grass by the river after they explored each other to exhaustion.
“What do you mean?”
“You called me Angel”
“Oh, yes. Do you like it?” He asked, eyes still closed enjoying the afternoon sun.
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