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“You don’t have to get enough.” I push his wrists down. I pin his arms with my elbows. “I’m not going anywhere.” His head falls back onto the pillow. I think he might be crying again. Maybe he wasn’t awake. Maybe this is all a bad dream for him.
Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)
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