"The tradition was that with each kiss a berry was picked off the mistletoe. Once the last berry was gone, then there could be no more kissing." Chris revealed as he leaned closer before whispering, "And that's a total shame." ~Sarah Stein, Mistletoe
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She watched Trey nod his head to her question before asking, "Would you like to see what I retrieved from my bag? I promise you'll love it and beg for more." ~Sarah Stein, Her Will
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"I'm drowning in the depths of her eyes. The bottomless sea of perfection and uniqueness is what I see. How can a remarkable woman love me?" ~Sarah Stein, New Beginnings
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“Emptiness and loneliness consume you. Physically you're alive, but mentally you're dying inside.”
? Sarah Stein, Hearten Christmas
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“She was lost. Torn between what to do. I saw it clearly in her eyes as she stared at me. I wanted to tell her to let go and be with me even if it was just one night but I couldn’t. One night wasn’t enough.”
? Sarah Stein, Midnight Oil: An Anthology
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