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voice barely a whisper

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ears? You' re kidding me, righ

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martphone on th

ng it over in his hand

phone,

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time jump. The future.

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in spreading across his face, the o

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ush, full of an innocent

his heart. Not ye

him, and maybe a

, "my life now... it

g on my finger, the one c

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going to be together

ered, hurt, like

ied, the words tasting like ash in

truth, twisted

ng on my finger, th

t something else too, a flic

l, if you' re happy, Sarah.

even now, was a

make sense of it. How did he get

to the old oak tre

e repeated. "Then ever

ed. Alex, my

keep my voice steady

tched me, his

'll talk to you

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