“No.” I wouldn’t. “You’d be in sixth place with me. I wouldn’t be alone. If I’m going to fail, at least we’d do it together,” I whispered, this funny fucking feeling going over my body. It felt like… it felt like relief. Like acceptance. And it was the second single most beautiful thing I had ever felt in my life. Second to loving this idiot and my family.
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