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“Honey, there’s never been a me or a you before,” he replied. “This works however we say it works.”
She felt only joy, rightness, and some amount of shock that the universe would grant her something so beautiful and precious as this without her having done anything to earn it. Then again, maybe love was always a gift. The only thing that couldn’t be bought or sold or bartered for.
