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In three days, he continued, I will be your husband. I will take a solemn vow to protect you until death do us part. Do you understand what that means? You'll save me from marauding minotaurs?

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Julia Quinn
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: January 12
Author
Writer
Evergreen State
Julie Cotler
Julie Pottinger
Days
Understand
Minotaur
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Vow
Death
Solemn
Three
Continued
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Save
Take
Husband
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Protect

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