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…gainst the low sides of the boat, salt water splashing in the darkness, pinpricks on Vitoria’s skin. The night air cut across her, emphasizing her sense of isolation, but she felt no fear, just an exhilaration she held tight to herself. Too soon to celebrate. The man with her, her pilot for this last short stretch, cut the motor, swiv…
Penny Grubb
Annelise Lords
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She knew why she did that.
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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