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Date: 2022-03-30 04:41 am (UTC)
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“Never,” he smirks, eyeing that blanket shield.

Fine. He wants to hide. He can hide.

But Bishop smoothes his hands down along the others sides and sits up so he can grab hold of his hips. His skin is so soft that he’s scared he’ll add to the bruises still healing.
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