"You were right," he concedes, more than happily, before switching to put an arm around her shoulders instead. There's a mild orange glow in the distance, marking a distant dawn.
"You're one hell of a woman, Tess."
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"You were right," he concedes, more than happily, before switching to put an arm around her shoulders instead. There's a mild orange glow in the distance, marking a distant dawn.
"You're one hell of a woman, Tess."