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The Heart Has Its Own Laws... And The Truth Is... The Truth Is That You Are The Law Of Mine.

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The Heart Has Its

Guy Gavriel Kay

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The Heart Has Its Own Laws... And The Truth Is... The Truth Is That You Are The Law Of Mine.

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