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“Some day…” De Lafontaine said, voice hoarse with want. This is how I liked her best, in her fleeting moments of vulnerability. “You’ll get tired of all this. You’ll realize what I really am, and you’ll go off to have your own adventures. You’ll forget all about me.” “I could never forget you,” I said firmly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
