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to your apartment or stay.”
“Stay how?”
He looked almost nervous.
“As mine.”
“Your girlfriend?” I asked.
“My everything,” he corrected. “My girlfriend. My best friend. My private physical therapist. My reason for waking up in the morning smiling like an idiot.”
Tears burned my eyes.
“I thought you didn’t smile.”
“I didn’t. Until you.”
He stepped close.
“Stay,continue reading …
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