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Chapter 0018

Jericho

For the first time since she died, I don’t dream of Harriet.

It’s Amalie I see in my bedroom. It’s Amalie who slips out of her dress and lets it pool around her feet, revealing her beautiful curves in the soft glow of the moonlight.

Her blue eyes stare into mine as she mounds me and slides m
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