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... "I know," he replies. "You were out cold when I found you.
Something twists in my chest. "You didn’t have to."
"I wasn’t going to leave you there."
I close my eyes again for a second, when I open them, my vision blurs and I have to blink hard to clear it.
He notices it of course.
His thumb moves, brushing lightly under my eye. "You cried a lot."
I huff out a weak, humorless breath. "That obvious?"
"Your eyes are swollen," he says. "And you ...
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