You really love me she asked wistfully.
The devil he exclaimed looking over his shoulder. Did I forget to say it The thing I came to say
Mary Balogh
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Always guarding ones real precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks.
Life itself had become a secret affair.
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Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo.
It just simply was.
- Mary Balogh