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The car door swung open, and he hesitated. His fingers-slim, delicate, small-gripped the edge of the seat, and he felt his stomach twist. He wasn't used to this. The weight of long hair cascading over his shoulders, the soft curve of his frame, the unfamiliar tightness of the dress she had insisted he wear.
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