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... she cried last night, or the way she tried to hide it like I couldn’t see right through her. Maybe it was the part where I held her and swore—without actually saying it—that I’d do anything to keep her smiling.
Whatever it was, it made me do something I’d usually call insane.
I got up first.
Not because my alarm went off earlier than hers (she’s usually the one dragging me out of bed), but because I actually wanted to. I slid out from under the covers as carefully as pos ...
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