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I run my hand over her wet hair and hold her like I think you would a small child, rocking and shushing her as we sit down on the couch. She won’t let go, and I wouldn’t let her if she tried. I need to soak up as much of her as I possibly can while I’m still around to do so.
Into the Dark
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