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One of Amazon's Best Romances of June!

Two best friends fake date to reach their holiday happily ever after in this first romantic comedy in the Lovelight series.

A pasture of dead trees. A hostile takeover of the Santa barn by a family of raccoons. And shipments that have mysteriously gone missing. Lovelight Farms is not the magical winter wonderland of Stella Bloom’s dreams.

In an effort to save the Christmas tree farm she’s loved since she was a kid, Stella enters a contest with Instagram-famous influencer Evelyn St. James. With the added publicity and the $100,000 cash prize, Stella might just be able to save the farm from its financial woes. There’s just one problem. To make the farm seem like a romantic destination for the holidays, she lied on her application and said she owns Lovelight Farms with her boyfriend. Only…there is no boyfriend.

Enter best friend Luka Peters. He just stopped by for some hot chocolate and somehow got a farm and a serious girlfriend in the process. But fake dating his best friend might be the best Christmas present he’s ever received.

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Pippa Jayne is a conservatory-trained actress with a sexy smile, bedroom eyes, and a late-night voice. The recipient of the Sultry Listeners' Award in the Erotica category, she is a six-time Earphones Award winner. She specializes in sultry stories, new-adult novels, and intricate contemporary romances.

B.K. Borison is a romantic comedy writer and the author of Lovelight Farms and In the Weeds. She started writing in the margins of books when she was in middle school and hasn't stopped. She lives with her sweet husband, vivacious toddler, and giant dog in Washington, D.C.

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"Luka, listen." I lean backward in my chair and fumble for the stack of papers on the file cabinet behind me, cursing under my breath when my fingertips barely glance the corner edge and it goes cascading to the floor in a flurry of white. "Listen, I need you to stop talking about pizza for a second."

There's a pause on the other end of the line. "I was just getting to the good part."

What he means is he was just getting to the part where he talks at length about homemade cheese, and I don't think I can handle him talking about mozzarella with that level of detail right now. As a data analyst, Luka is ridiculously thorough in all things. Especially cheese. I rub at the ache between my eyebrows. "I know you were, I'm sorry, but I've got something else to talk to you about."

"Everything okay?" There's a honk in the background, Luka's muffled curse, and the steady click of his turn signal as he merges into another lane.

"Everything is . . . fine." I peek down at the budget spreadsheets littering my floor and wince. "It's good. Okay, I mean. I just-" The fleeting confidence I entered this conversation with leaves me, and I slouch down in my chair. Every time I've called Luka this week or Luka has called me, I've chickened out. I don't think this time is going to be any different.

"I actually have to go. One of my vendors is calling." I frown at myself in the reflection of my computer screen. I have bags under my eyes, my full bottom lip is bright red from nervous chewing, and my mass of dark hair is twisted up into a bun that looks better suited to a haunted Victorian doll.

I look every bit as rough as the farm's budget sheets.

"One of your vendors is not calling you, but I'll play for now." Luka sounds amused. "Call me when you're done working, okay? We can talk about whatever you've been running circles around all week."

Reflection me frowns deeper. "Maybe."

He laughs. "Talk soon."

I hang up my phone and resist the urge to toss it clear across the room. Luka has a knack for cracking me right open, and I don't want that right now. I don't want it ever, to be honest, afraid of what he'll find when he starts connecting all of his data points.

My phone buzzes in my palm with an incoming text, and I flip it facedown on top of a stack of invoices. It buzzes again, and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

With the farm's finances the way they are, I'm quickly running out of options. I had thought-I guess I thought owning a Christmas tree farm would be romantic.

I had big dreams of a holiday season filled with magic. Kids weaving their way through the trees. Parents stealing kisses over hot chocolate. The stuff Christmas songs are written about. Young couples getting caught beneath the mistletoe. Low-hanging lights and oversized stockings. Wood railings painted red and white. Gingerbread cookies. Peppermint sticks.

And at first, it was great. Our opening season was as magical as it gets.

But since then, it's been one thing after another.

I'm eyeballs deep in debt with a fertilizer supplier who conveniently forgets my shipment every other month. I have an entire pasture of trees that look like something out of a Tim Burton movie, and there is a family of raccoons orchestrating a hostile takeover of my Santa barn. It is, in short, not a magical winter fairyland.

It is a frigid hellscape from which no one can escape, topped with a pretty red bow.

I feel lied to. Not only by every Hallmark movie I've ever seen but also by the previous owner of this land. Hank failed to mention he stopped paying his bills months ago, and as the new owner, I'd inherited his debt. At the time, I thought I had gotten a steal. The land was at a good price, and I had exciting ideas for expansion and marketing. With a little love, this little farm could make a big impact. Now though, I just feel stupid. I feel like I ignored several red flags in my desire to create something special.

I was blinded by the Douglas fir.

But I do have a solution. I'm just not sure the email sitting at the top of my inbox is something I'm willing to explore.

Honestly, at this point, harvesting my own organs sounds less scary.

"Stella."

I jump when Beckett elbows his way into my office, my arm knocking over my coffee, a halfway-dead fern, and a stack of pine tree-scented air fresheners. It all tumbles to the ground on top of my destroyed filing system. I frown at my lead farmer over the mess.

"Beckett." I sigh, and the headache pressing behind my eyes spreads, curls at the base of my skull. The man is physically incapable of entering a room in a normal, understated way. His knees are caked in mud and my frown deepens. He must have been in the south pasture. "What is it now?"

He steps over the pile of plant and cardboard and coffee and folds his large frame into the chair opposite my desk-a horrible, too-small leather thing I found on the side of the road. I had wanted to reupholster it a rich velvet evergreen, but then the raccoons happened. And then the fencing by the road randomly collapsed twice.

And so there it sits. Horrible cracking brown leather with bits of stuffing spilling out onto the floor. It feels like a metaphor.

Beckett peers at the faded trees decorating the carpet, the cardboard curling up at the edges. One eyebrow shoots straight up his forehead. "Care to explain why you have seventy-five gas station air fresheners in your office?"

Leave it to Beckett to forget an apology and start digging into something personal instead. My phone buzzes again. Three staccato bursts in rapid fire. It's either Luka's dissertation on pizza crust consistency or another vendor looking for their late payment.

Beckett's eyebrow creeps higher. "Or perhaps door number two. Care to explain why you're ignoring Luka?"

I hate when Beckett is feeling clever. It almost always ends poorly for me. He's too astute for his own good, despite the dumb farmer act he plays a majority of the time. I bend down and pick up an air freshener, tossing it in the bottom drawer of my desk with all of the rest. A big ol' mess of tangled strings, stale pine, and unrequited feelings. A single pine tree for every time Luka has been home, starting back when we were twenty-one and stupid. I typically find them a week or two after he's left-tucked away in some hidden spot. Beneath my snow globe, under my keyboard.

Wedged in my coffee filter.

"I'm not and I don't," I mumble. Hard pass on both those options, thank you. "Care to explain what you found out there this morning?"

Beckett slips off his hat and runs his fingers through his dark blond hair, working a smudge or two of dirt in there. His skin is tanned by the sun and from spending his days in the fields, the flannel rolled up to his elbows displaying the color and ink on his forearms. All the women in town are crazy about him, which is probably why he doesn't go into town.

Also probably why he frowned at me when I suggested a Hot Farmer calendar to boost profits.

I swear, I'd have no financial concerns if he let me take that one to market.

"I don't understand," he mutters, thumb rubbing at his jaw. If Cindy Croswell were here right now, she'd drop dead on the spot. She works at the pharmacy and sometimes pretends she's hard of hearing when Beck comes in, just so he has to lean into her space and yell straight into her ear. I even saw that old bat pretend to stumble into a shelf so Beckett would help her back up. Hopeless.

"These trees are probably the lowest maintenance crop I've ever had to support." There's a joke in there somewhere, but I frankly don't have the energy. My lips tilt down until my frown mirrors his. Two sad clowns. "I can't think of a single reason why the trees in the south pasture look like-like-"

I think of the way the trees growing at the base of the hills curve and bend, the brittle texture of the bark. The limp, sad needles. "Like a darker version of the Charlie Brown Christmas tree?"

"That's it, yeah."

Strangely enough, there's a market for lonely looking Christmas trees. But these don't fall into that category. These are unsalvageable. I went out the other day, and I swear one of them crumbled when I looked at it. I can't imagine one of these things sitting in anyone's home-ironically or not. I pluck at my bottom lip with my thumb and do some quick calculations in my head. There are dozens of trees in that lot.

"Will we be all right without them?" Beckett looks worried and he has every reason to be. It's another hit we can't afford to take. He's the head of farming operations. I know I owe him the truth. That we're hanging on by the skin of our teeth. But I can't make the words come out. He took a leap of faith when he left his job at the produce farm to work here with me. I know he's counting on this being a success. For all of the promises I made him to hold true.

And so far they have, thanks to my savings. I've had to scrimp and save and eat ramen more nights than not, but no one who works here has seen a dip in their pay. I'm not willing to sacrifice that.

But that won't last forever. Something has to give soon.

I glance back at my computer screen, the email at the top of my inbox. "Well," I say, chewing on my bottom lip. In for a penny, in for a pound, and all that. If Beckett wants us to make it through this next season with the farm in one piece, there is something he can do. I breathe deep and summon the scraps of courage that didn't abandon me during my call with Luka. "Want to be my boyfriend?"

I'd laugh at the look on his face if I weren't so serious. He looks like I asked him to go out into the orchards and bury a dead body.

"Is that-" He shifts in his chair, the leather squeaking under his legs. "Stella, I'm not-I don't really see you-you're like my-"

When was the last time I heard this man stutter? I honestly can't think of it. Maybe when Betsy Johnson tried to cop a feel in front of a group of schoolkids during his Arbor Day presentation at the middle school.

"Relax." I press the toe of my boot into another air freshener and drag it toward me. "I don't mean a real boyfriend."

I'm struggling with dragging the piece of cardboard toward me, so I don't see the way Beckett's body goes ramrod straight in the chair. All I see is his leg jumping up and down a mile a minute. I snort. When I look up, his eyes are wide, and he looks like I've put a gun to his head. It's the same thinly veiled apprehension and mortification he wears on his face every time he steps foot in town.

"Stella," he swallows. "Is this-are you propositioning me?"

"What? Oh my god, Beck-" I can't help the full-body shudder. I love Beckett, but-god. "No! Jesus, is that what you think of me?"

"What do I think? What do you think?" His voice has hit a register I have never heard from him before. He gestures wildly with his hand, clearly not knowing what to do with himself. "This is all a little out of left field, Stella!"

"I meant like a fake boyfriend thing!" I shriek, like that was obvious. Like this is a normal thing people request from their very platonic friends. Like my overactive imagination and half a bottle of sauvignon blanc didn't get me into this mess to begin with. I click to open the email and stare at it mournfully, ignoring the animated confetti that explodes across my screen. I watch it three times in a row and pretend Beckett's eyes are not currently drilling a hole into the side of my head.

"I did a thing," I supply, and leave it at that.

"A thing," he parrots.

I hum in response.

"Do you want to share what that thing is?"

No.

"I-"

As if summoned by sheer force of will, Layla tiptoes her way into my office, a tray of something preceding her around the edge of my door. I smell cinnamon, dried cranberries, and a hint of vanilla.

Zucchini bread.

Like an angel descending from the heavens, she brought zucchini bread. The one thing that always, always distracts Beckett.

Beckett makes a noise that is borderline obscene, and I vaguely consider recording it and putting it on OnlyFans. That might bring in some dollars: Hot Farmer Eats Zucchini. I chuckle to myself. He reaches for the tray with grabby hands, but Layla smacks his knuckles with a wooden spoon she pulls out of her . . . back pocket, I think? She balances the tray neatly on the edge of my desk. I peer into it and almost weep. She added chocolate chips.

"Made you something, boss lady."

She nudges it forward with the edge of her spoon and rests her chin prettily in one hand.

While Beckett embodies rugged recluse with all the charm of a paper bag, Layla Dupree brightens any room she walks into with her sweet Southern hospitality and no-nonsense wit. She is striking with her crystal clear hazel eyes and cropped dark hair. She's kind to a fault and makes the best hot chocolate in the tristate area. I snatched her up to manage the dining options at my little tree farm as soon as I tasted one of her chocolate chip cookies at the firehouse bake sale. She's the third member of our humble little trio, and if she's bringing me sweets, she wants something.

Something I probably can't afford.

I shove a slice of bread into my mouth before she can ask, bound and determined to enjoy at least one thing before I have to tell her no.

My phone takes advantage too, buzzing merrily across my desk. Layla blinks at it, exchanges a glance with Beckett, and then looks at me.

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ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0BVRQQJ7X
Publisher ‏ : ‎ Berkley (November 10, 2021)
Publication date ‏ : ‎ November 10, 2021
Language ‏ : ‎ English
File size ‏ : ‎ 3252 KB
Text-to-Speech ‏ : ‎ Enabled
Screen Reader ‏ : ‎ Supported
Enhanced typesetting ‏ : ‎ Enabled
X-Ray ‏ : ‎ Enabled
Word Wise ‏ : ‎ Enabled
Sticky notes ‏ : ‎ On Kindle Scribe
Print length ‏ : ‎ 332 pages

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B.K. Borison is the author of cozy, contemporary romances featuring emotionally vulnerable characters and swoon-worthy settings. When she’s not daydreaming about fictional characters doing fictional things, she’s at home with her family, more than likely buying books she doesn’t have room for. LOVELIGHT FARMS was her debut novel.

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Kelly

Best Enjoyed with Hot Cocoa and Baked Goods

Reviewed in the United States on December 10, 2023

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This book had everything that I usually don't gravitate towards: friends to lovers and a genuinely nice (no morally grey here) MMC. But oh my gosh, did I love this book! I am a sucker for fake dating, so that definitely helped.

Stella and Luca have been friends for nearly a decade, and due to a lie on an application for a contest, Stella asks Luca to be her fake boyfriend. Set at a Christmas tree farm, it makes the perfect holiday read. It's cozy, cute, and the side characters are fantastic. I was a little worried when I started because I wanted Stella to end of with Beck, but I quickly changed my tune.

The tension between Stella and Luca is so wonderful, and because they're best friends, it's full of really cute, sweet moments. It had me laughing, it had me giddy, and at one point, I was even tearing up. If I tear up while reading, I give it an automatic good rating. Luca is just such a genuinely nice guy: he's protective, takes care of her, is a mama's boy, and I love the sweet things he does for her. The author did a great job of weaving in special memories. I felt like I was witnessing something so real unfolding. I did get a little frustrated with Stella at one point, thinking her reaction was unrealistic, but the more I thought about it, the more I understood it. Plus it didn't last long.

I thought about the characters when I wasn't reading. I want to visit this farm. And I can't wait to read more in the series because, as mentioned, the author does such a good job of laying the groundwork for other characters (*cough* Beckett).

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Janna

Mixed feelings, but it's worth a read

Reviewed in the United States on August 4, 2022

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I had this at five stars initially, but then I read the second book, and it made me downgrade this one, too, because it took all the shine off it.

I'll start with why I initially liked it. I write spoiler-y reviews because otherwise what's the point so don't read this if you're weird about spoilers. I mean, it's basically a Hallmark movie, you KNOW how it ends.

Anyway.

The Good:

The main character, Stella, while she got on my nerves at times with her commitment issues and secretive behavior, was interesting and well-rounded. Her relationship with Luka felt believable and natural. Their connection was warm and cozy, building into the right amount of steam.

The plot is mostly silly, which is to be expected with the genre. I was looking for a good way to turn my brain off when I saw this so I didn't want or expect Les Miserables or something, and it delivered what I expected. The Christmas tree farm that needs saving is typical, but there's no "big city girl adjusting to small town." She's lived there since she was 16 and hasn't done anything else. There's admittedly a huge gap, as far as I recall from what I read, between when her mother died when she was 21 and where she is when the book starts and she's bought the tree farm. Did she work? Did she go to college? How did she pay for it? Where did she live? How did she pay bills or get health insurance? Not a clue, but that's fine, the plot still played out charmingly.

Even better, there was a saboteur of the tree farm, which was quirky enough that it kept me reading, but not such a stressful mystery it affected the romantic plot. The way that turns out, while a little abrupt (needed a little more bread crumbs laid down in the beginning) is still adorable and pleasing.

The roadblock around the 3/4 mark that's always part of these types of books was aggravating, but believable, for a character like Stella who believably has issues with commitment and trust. It's resolved fairly quickly.

The writing is good. The dialogue tags can be stupid but that's apparently a thing in modern fiction now that I'll just have to grin and bear because I hate it ("Hi," I greeted--really, is 'hi' a greeting? Why thank you, mighty author, for letting me know that the character saying hi is issuing a greeting. News flash, you can just use 'said.') Otherwise, what blew me away about this and made it fly by was the style. The figurative language was deliciously Christmasy, but more than that, there were so many real-life details that made the story come alive in a way that even more poetic authors don't always manage, just by including the small things; looking out the window at someone walking across the street, that kind of thing. It's hard to describe but it was SO enjoyable to read.

Now for the bad, which is even worse because of how bad these downfalls get in the second book.

Stella's mother is the manic pixie dream girl trope and I cringed hard every time she was mentioned. She's quirky! She's a free spirit! She likes to dance in the kitchen to quirky classic songs! Whee! Frankly it's hard to be nostalgic along with Stella for a mother that moved her all over every two years for no clear reason and left her daughter with massive commitment, trust, and abandonment issues.

Stella's father abandoned her mother after she got pregnant, and apparently the mother never pursued child support which would have made Stella's upbringing a lot less dramatic, and there's no reason given why she didn't. Stella didn't even know who her father was until she sought him out after her father died and met her half-brother, father, and his wife. The wife is inexplicably kind to Stella even though she was conceived by the woman's husband while he was cheating on her, but okay, I can let that slide. Some people might be that nice. There's a little bit of weird family drama with her dad right at the end that comes out of left field and is never explained or discussed further, so otherwise it just adds a little more depth to Stella's character and a sprinkle of pepper to an otherwise sugary plot.

Luka is boring. He's an Italian boy who lives his mother and cooks great Italian food and has a big, loud, Italian family. He is, in every other way, not remotely Italian or even vaguely interesting. He works only in relation to Stella; I do still smile thinking of the way their dynamic is in the book, the idea of these absolute best friends who also happen to be in love with each other.

Which is where we get to the stupid part.

They are "best friends" after a gag-inducingly sweet meet-cute of literally running into each other and him offering to buy her a grilled cheese because she "seemed sad" for TEN YEARS without either making a move. SERIOUSLY. They date other people, too, which is especially confusing for Stella because she fell hard in insta-love with his biceps the moment they met and just...did...nothing? They've literally camped together, shared a bed, spooned, cuddled, the whole shebang, and not once did either of them make the smallest bit of a move or communicate anything about how they felt. At the very end it's revealed in a single chapter from Luka's perspective that he of course has been in love with her almost as long as she was with him but despite spooning her and cuddling her he, a guy who is apparently intensely lusting after her, never once even tried to make things more serious? What planet am I living on where two grown adults could lust that hard after each other and not make a move for TEN YEARS???

There's also a cutesy coo town betting pool about Stella and Luka and when they'll get together, but apparently nobody thinks to communicate this to Stella or Luka and persuade them into doing what they obviously want to do anyway. It's all sort of hand-waved away on Stella's side by saying that she "doesn't want anyone to leave her" but honestly after the first couple years you could reasonably assume you've got a good shot at being more than friends and not get dumped. But whatever, they are emotionally ten years old, so okay. Actually, that's unfair to ten year olds, they're way smarter than that.

On Luka's side there is zero explanation even attempted so I'll just leave it at that. He doesn't make a move because he...just...doesn't.

Anyway the farm is saved, though in a funny way I didn't expect, the couple get together, break up over Stella being stupid because of her parental issues, they fix it, happily ever after. Cute, cuddly, and extremely simple, with a surprising depth of feeling in the writing and the way the setting is described.

Worth a read if you lower your expectations, but I can't even remotely recommend the second book. I'll spoil that one for you, too: they lust, they pine, they get together, they get not together, they get back together. There is no plot. And the duckling never makes more than a momentary appearance. There, saved you some time and four dollars.

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Peg Fitzpatrick

Loved it!

Reviewed in the United States on December 18, 2023

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"Lovelight Farms" is a delightful romp through the trials and tribulations of saving a cherished Christmas tree farm, wrapped up in the warmth of a romantic comedy—this first book in the Lovelight series by B.K. Borison is a sparkling addition to the holiday romance genre.

Stella Bloom, the protagonist, is a character full of determination and heart, making her journey to save Lovelight Farms from financial ruin both engaging and relatable. The plot thickens deliciously with a pasture of dead trees, a raccoon family's coup of the Santa barn, and mysterious missing shipments, creating a perfect storm of challenges for Stella.

The twist? Stella's spur-of-the-moment lie about having a boyfriend to enhance her farm's appeal in a contest. This is where Luka Peters, her best friend, transforms the story into a delightful fake dating escapade. The dynamics between Stella and Luka are electric, with their chemistry and deep-rooted friendship adding layers of humor and tenderness to their pretend romance.

Borison excels in creating a setting that feels like a character in itself. The farm, with its festive chaos and looming financial peril, is depicted with such vividness that it becomes a central part of the story. The author's ability to weave in the charm of the holiday season with the high stakes of saving a beloved local business makes for an enthralling read.

Overall, "Lovelight Farms" is a heartwarming tale of friendship, love, and the spirit of Christmas. It's a must-read for those who enjoy a good holiday romance with a twist of comedy and a testament to the power of community and the magic of the festive season.

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Camila

Great

Reviewed in Mexico on January 1, 2024

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Great Book, it didn't have the plasic wrap but it was in perfect conditions.

Greenteabookme

oh so sweet with lots of slow burn and some spice!

Reviewed in Canada on December 28, 2022

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4.5 stars rounded up. This was such a sweet love story! The sweet was SWEET, the spice was spice and the slow burn was top notch. Not sure I’ve ever read a long-term-BFF fake dating book before (most are strangers then fake dating) but I looooooved it and it made sense. Every time Luka would call Stella “La La” I basically melted….. wish I had me my own Luka 🥰 also I would love to visit Lovelight Farms because it sounds magical.

The side characters were top notch and it’s honestly hard to believe this is B.K Borisons debut novel (albeit there were some editing mishaps I noticed but no biggie)! Very impressive. Can’t wait to keep reading the series and fall more for Beckett, Layla, Charlie and of course Luka and Stella.

Maria Clara Molisani

amazing

Reviewed in Brazil on December 23, 2021

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this book was so sweet and funny, one of my favs of this year! I just can’t wait for beckett’s and Layla’s books

Lena Schneider

Escapism at his best

Reviewed in Germany on February 3, 2024

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I loved it, just the right mix between romance and comedy. I read it in two days and immediately it was like having a movie in my head

Archi

Book condition- 5⭐️ Book review-3⭐️

Reviewed in India on January 21, 2024

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Honestly i had hard time finishing it but i did it anyhow. basically i have a lot of complaints and hate that i do because i wish i could just shut up and enjoy things but it was so much dull and boring I couldn’t . Moreover it was single POV (my first ever single pov) and i wish i knew things from luka’s side too. If above mentioned tropes are fine for you go for it.
✨ It’s hard to love someone without restraint. To give yourself over to the swell and pull of it without fear of what might happen. I think it’s only natural to hold a part of yourself back and protect what you can.✨

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