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y, and Ethan promise

er, he' d never be

kissing my forehead this mo

was my rock, especially after eve

I didn't recognize, music thu

little surprised. This

rinned, but his eyes

pressed tight, the air thic

hand, "This is a b

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your memorab

the crowd, then his

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ound wildly

anding a few fee

chi

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move, did

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awed at

to a corner, thei

d out, gra

anking away.

d Ethan agai

a second, I thought I sa

it wa

here, watching

me, hard. I stumbled

ough now,

were a blu

small,

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oved, but no

men, his voice

s, that's eno

but stepped

me, his expression

at me, huddled

irthday,

, but it cut deepe

ting to stream down my face. "

own, his face

is voice like ice,

lfriend. The name h

ssica have to

ng with a hate I' d never seen. "This