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I knew I was in trouble when the stairs shook during my escape. I knew I was dead when an impossibly gorgeous firefighter appeared to save me. That strong square jawline looked like the face of a perfectly carved statue, The deep brown eyes were lively and dark, like a forest at night. Assuming that my soot covered savior was just another person in my past, I had no idea that my own personal problems would reunite us. |
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