The Magic of Love ||Closed||
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"Bless you, Donald Tyson,” Rhys muttered, picking up the book he finally found. He’d been looking for it for a long time. Picking it up, he took the book and turned around in order to go towards the checkout counter.
Of course, with his luck, he ran into someone.
Literally.
“I’m so sorry,” he told the woman “I didn’t hear you behind me.”






