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Love Notes
When Tyler Adams knocked on my door, he was a broken prince with a wicked smile.
A teenage god with a guitar.
I don’t trust musicians, but he was different. His quiet intensity called to me like nothing ever had.
At seventeen, I offered him my home, my life, my heart…
He stole them all.
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