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Ivie lowered her coffee cup onto its saucer. βYou would do that? I mean, Silas, seriously, these are not your peeps. My dad has tattoos and a Harley. He and my mahmen live in a prefab house out on a farm, and eat their own chickens. Weβre talking beer out of a can, a store-bought cake, and hunting dogs running around under the table
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J.R. Ward (Dearest Ivie (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #15.5))