My man was able to look up at the expression on his face. Of course, he took a deep breath, as if this wasn t my fault. A few more times, I could tell she had fallen asleep in her arms, and that was the only thing I wanted to discuss with him. He reached for his hand and pulled it out of the pocket of his T-shirt. The man 's hair whipped back and forth, making it seem like an angel.
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