Duncan stumbled back, evidently bullied out of the way by his unwanted guest, and in strode a lean figure clad in a long, dark raincoat carrying a large duffle bag which he dropped unceremoniously on the floor. Hazel eyes hovering over a substantial nose met mine, and we both froze in shock.
Then I stood, slowly. Warily. Almost forgetting that
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Thanks!!
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Is it wrong of me to hope it won't be a year before we get more?
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Thanks!
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