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... > "First..."
He swallows hard.
"Promise me one thing."
I blink, confusion flickering through me. Then I nod slowly, wary but willing to listen. Willing to give him that much.
"What?"
His gaze is steady now—no more tears, no more pleading. Just something quiet and certain and terrifying in its intensity.
"Promise me," he says carefully, each word measured, deliberate, "that if you ever break up with your boyfriend..."
My expression changes. ...
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