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Pick up the fucking gun, dog!” “Okay!” Cade roars, voice cracking at the end. Though it must be excruciating, Cade crawls on his fragmented knee, his eyes never leaving mine. I can see the goodbye drowning in his tears, the apology pouring down his beautiful face—the I love you across his lips.
The Death of Us
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