Fake To Fall (A Love Story)

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treat in the mountains. Just me, my "partner," and our shared creative

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his teeth, kiss me in public if needed, and survive two months of preten

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to the most romantic mountain retreat in the country-with a man who made my brain

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n real life gets in

ne trees took its place. The air smelled fresher alrea

abins. A lake so still it looked painted. Couples wandered the grounds

d. "Romance

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