
Anya still hadnโt let go of him.
Her fingers were clutching his shirt tightly, as if she was scared that if she loosened her grip even a little, this moment would slip awayโฆ like a dream.


Anya still hadnโt let go of him.
Her fingers were clutching his shirt tightly, as if she was scared that if she loosened her grip even a little, this moment would slip awayโฆ like a dream.

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