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It’s going to be okay.” My lungs release a breath. Tension flows out of my muscles. It’s going to be okay. I’m always the one promising that sentiment. I happily take on the responsibility of everyone’s burdens because I only ever feel good when I’m being useful to someone. But hearing those words whispered softly to me…it’s heaven.
Beg, Borrow, or Steal (When in Rome, #3)
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