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“If you stumble,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed, “make it part of the dance.”
“Christ, Reese. You’re so fucking beautiful.” “I feel that way. When you look at me.”
I just miss all the little familiar things. The junk drawer. My mom’s perfume. Knowing exactly where the light switches are on the walls.”

