Rewriting Our Love Story

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hated you

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you show up, and you invent this... this German doctor. Why, Ethan

us," I said, but the wor

something all those years ago, Ethan. At that party. You can't

touched my cheek. My s

whispered, her eyes search

s brushing mine. "And

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head: This is how it starts! Th

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rabbed my face, her eyes filled with a despera

me again, hard, demanding. It wasn

triumphant, yet pained, glint in her eyes. She touched her own lips,

ing there, stunned, the ghost of her kiss on

fore I left. A dark, unmistakable

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