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Sylvia DayI canโt think. I canโt work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.
Sylvia DayOh, Iโll fight you,โ she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. โThatโs the way I roll.
Sylvia DayI canโt think. I canโt work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.
Sylvia Day