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” I whispered.
He watched me drink.
“How long have you been feeling sick?”
“A week.”
His jaw flexed.
“And you’ve been here alone through all of it.”
“I did not exactly have many options.”
Something dark flickered behind his eyes.
Guilt, maybe.
He looked toward the snow outside.
“You should not be alone right now.”
I gave a weak laugh.
“That sounds dangerously continue reading …
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