Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire. — Teresa Medeiros, Once an Angel
Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire. — Teresa Medeiros, Once an Angel
Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire. — Teresa Medeiros, Once an Angel
Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire. — Teresa Medeiros, Once an Angel
Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire. — Teresa Medeiros, Once an Angel
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Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.

— Teresa Medeiros, Once an Angel
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