We lay there in the dark listening to Emili Sande’s voice. And when the song ended, it seemed that the world had gone completely silent. Then I heard Sam’s voice in the dark. “So you’ll be my river, Sally?” She was crying again. “Yeah,” I said. “‘I would do all the running for you.’” I would have sung her the whole song, but I have a not-so-great singing voice. “And you’ll move the mountains just for me?” “Yeah,” I whispered. And then I was crying too. Not out-of-control crying, but crying. Soft, like it was coming from a place inside me that was quiet and soft too, and that was better than
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