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I couldn’t tell if Sam’s expression was frustration or anger as he stood there with his arms crossed, blocking me from going up the stairs. “What’s the matter?” I asked him.

When he shook his head, his dark curls danced, making me want to reach up and run my fingers through them, but I didn’t know if that would be a welcomed gesture at t

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