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.... Morgana giggled, too. It felt good to laugh, all of a sudden. She nestled closer to her, stroking fronds of hair out of her eyes. “I love you, Gwen,” she said it tenderly, without pretence or fear – a soft, humble statement of fact. Gwen paused, for a moment, then drew Morgana’s knuckles to her lips and kissed them. “I know you do.” Morgana nodded, continuing to stroke Gwen’s hair. “I’m ...

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