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A Granddaughter

Marianna

“I’m not rejecting you,” I rush out, clasping his hands. “Blake–”

He slides his hands from mine and steps back, an unreadable expression shadowing the planes of his face. “Are you–”

“Do you want me here? With you? Me and Skye? Is… is there something here for all of us, Blake, with you?”

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