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“Serious as a sleep attack.” Whatever he was going to say next evaporated from his thoughts. “A sleep attack?”
“Okay, weirdo,” he said, standing and taking his phone back, “stop falling in love with me,
The thought of having someone in her life, someone who chose to know her, who cared what she was thinking, who sought her out because he wanted to, not because they happened to occupy the same space all day, every day, made her feel dizzy with longing.
