Desiree

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“I’m scared,” I said, my voice so low it was essentially a whisper. “Of what?” Her arms tightened around my back as she hugged my chest.  Losing you. I couldn’t say it out loud, so I said it into her mind instead.  “Oh.” Willow’s sweet voice slipped out. 
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