Morning Light by bowloforanges
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It was nothing specific, but everything all at once. It wasn’t ‘Oh, he has a rather lovely smile, doesn’t he?’ or ‘Oh, I wouldn’t quite mind reaching for his hand across the table’. It was more just an ‘Oh: Frank’, and it hit her.
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