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“Shit.” “Shit?” he repeats, and touches my cheek. “Harlow shit?”
Her small face is the last thing I see before I go to sleep, and the first thing I search for when I awaken.
He is bald, and I'm torn between thinking he is the ugliest, weakest creature I have ever seen...and the most wonderful.
“Oh my God,” Liz cries out. “Can you two make out? For me? That would be so hot.”
“Har-loh, I will wait forever for you if I must. Time does not matter as long as we are together.”
