Through the gaps of the rusting bars, Jack pressed his lips against hers, and they both tasted the salt of their tears. “No. No, no, no, no, no. Hazel, if I do—decide to take this, I will be a man on the run for my entire life. Or at least for a good long while. My first lifetime and part of my second. You”—he kissed her again—“you”—and again—“beautiful”—and again—“perfect, you”—and again—“deserve a real life. You’re going to become a brilliant physician. You’re going to help so many people and change so many lives. You’re going to light the world on fire, and you can’t do that from the
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