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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍!
Two days, eight colors,
one sound to 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 them all.
ㅤ️ㅤ️ Now, it begins, welcome to
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ㅤ️ㅤ️ From 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 to 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑
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Chiara Lee had never tasted infatuation this way before, not when she swore to hate men and all the lies they nurtured, not when she was more than aware of where she and he stood, all the lines they couldn’t cross, or all the kinds of vows they shouldn’t break.
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The first time he kissed her, she heard fireworks bursting at the back of her mind. It felt as though the world was celebrating something—half triumph, half downfall. Like both blessing and curse, the emotion occupied the hollows within her, even through capillaries.
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