Tammara Webber Quote
Graham runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. Finally, with a determined scowl, he crosses the room. His hands grip my shoulders. We are not, his voice is a gentle tremor, breaking up
Tammara Webber
Graham runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. Finally, with a determined scowl, he crosses the room. His hands grip my shoulders. We are not, his voice is a gentle tremor, breaking up
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