My plan was to spray the room. He always knows just what to buy me. But it beat the heck out of sticking it down my jeans. Both of us? one asked.
Not really, he said. That's not voodoo. He cursed, striding to the sink and throwing the cup and all in the sink. I could feel the two hearts like lovers separated by a wall, tearing it down between them until they would be able to touch.
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