Finally, she whispered, almost to herself, “I… I’ll go with you.”
The tension cracked like glass. My smirk widened. I reached out, gently brushing my thumb along hers, just enough to let her know I saw her choice.
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Finally, she whispered, almost to herself, “I… I’ll go with you.”
The tension cracked like glass. My smirk widened. I reached out, gently brushing my thumb along hers, just enough to let her know I saw her choice.
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