Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards - day!
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THEY NEVER WANTED HER - NOW SHE'S UNAVOIDABLE
Young Adult
Entangled With My Hockey Step-brother
FRACTURED Goodness
FORBIDDEN ICE: CLAIMING THE CAPTAIN'S SISTER
THE TRIBID HOCKEY GOD & HIS OBSESSION
The Boy I Wasn't Supposed to Love
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