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shrugged.
“Anywhere that doesn’t feel like here.”
I sat down slowly.
That sentence might have hurt me once. I might have heard rejection in it.
Now I heard life.
“Then we’ll make a plan,” I said.
He looked up.
“We?”
“If you want help.”
He smiled.
“I do.”
So we made a plan.
Not a fantasy. A real one.
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