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Eleanor

posed to meet up for drinks, but I had lagged behind, checking my phone for messag

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away like a dying flame. "You left without a

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pressed myself against the headboard, but there was n

he murmured. "You just vanishe

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y above a whisper. "But I was a kid, Alex. I didn't kno

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