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“Comet,” he murmured, his breath as warm as that nickname as it danced across the top of my head. He gathered my limp curls in two hands and held me close while I unraveled, string by string. “Shh. We’re okay.” “Are we?” I croaked out. “Yes.” I needed the lie right now, so I allowed it to soothe me.
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