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#340
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Honey
Honeydew
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Words nearly failed to escape as attention was stolen away by the warmth and soft scent of horses penetrated his thoughts. He melted into the soft linen sheets as easily as breath rolled across his neck before he finally managed to speak, his voice rising no louder than a whisper. "Gratefully, my Prince."
And I can't change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to... ...I can't change
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
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Posted 06-15-2012, 01:51 AM
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