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The shock of having his mouth against mine, the sheer relief of it, made me start to cry, which I tried to hide from him so he wouldn’t stop. But he pulled back, rubbing his thumb along my jaw. “Ah,” he said softly. “Please don’t cry. I love you, too, Phoebe. I always will.” I hiccuped a little. “I thought I’d fucked it all up.”
Love in the Time of Serial Killers
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