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... Edmund’s eyes softened, and his voice slowly melted into something warm and tender, barely above a whisper. "...you can cry as much as you need to. If your heart hurts, or even if your body hurts... you don’t have to hold it in."
He lifted his hand and gently brushed her cheek with his thumb. "And just so you know... I will never make fun of you for crying. Not now. Not ever."
Edmund had always known Primrose was someone who cried easily. Even Lazarus used to tell him, half help ...
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