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The smith laughed, hugging her back. “They have to be good for something other than forging,” he teased, picking her up and swinging her in a circle playfully.
Jacqueline laughed as she was lifted up into the air. That didn’t happen to her often, but she liked it a lot. When she landed, though, her stomach seemed to catch up with her. “No more,” she said, splaying her hand across the other’s chest. “Too much spinning. Let’s sit.”










