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I’ve loved Bryce Alexander since we were kids, but he’s never seen me as anything more than a friend. After being abandoned by most of my family and having to make my own from scratch, could I finally let Bryce go and move on with my life?
Had several years apart healed the wounds that Thatcher gave me over and over, or was he just an old flame ready to burn me slowly until there was nothing left but ash?
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