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“We…we won’t g-get our one days, Slade,” she says with anguish. My heart fucking disintegrates, but I manage to shake my head. I curl around her, offering her shivering body every ounce of warmth I have. “Yes we will, baby,” I rasp out as I stroke her tortured expression. “Don’t you remember? I will find you in any life. So just wait for me, okay?” My breath snaps off, but I force my voice to keep working. “I will find you wherever you go, and we will have endless one days of happiness. Won’t we? Won’t we, Auren?”
Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)
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