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She would give him her vein when she was ready He was no er lived in him His blood lived in her, and even if it hadn’t, it wouldn’t change their devotion They were tied on so many other planes than just the physical

Murphy cupped her cheek, brushing his thulad to be sharing his life with her again

"If I am your pulse, Anne O’Dea, then you are my heart You move me You center me You make me a better man"

She curled into his side and held hi to ht, love Every single night"

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