Road to Her Heart
I'd been running the same route up to Deerbone Lodge for ten years, give or take, and I could drive that last stretch of gravel blindfolded.
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I'd been running the same route up to Deerbone Lodge for ten years, give or take, and I could drive that last stretch of gravel blindfolded.
*This one came from the idea that not every romance is forever, and that's okay.
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