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... is point." He sighed, "this is so messed up."
I gazed down at the delicate porcelain cup resting in my hands, watching the wispy steam curl up as if it could carry my thoughts away. My fingers shook a bit, and I hated that he picked up on it—hated how he always seemed to see right through me, even when I fought to keep it all together.
"Ethan," I murmured, my voice more fragile than I meant for it to be, "it’s not—"
"It is," he interrupted softly, shaking his head as he l ...
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