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19. Trusting the Wrong Savior

I woke up in his arms, face calm in the soft morning light. I lay there staring at him, memorizing himโ€”the slope of his nose, the small crease at the corner of his mouth. He opened his eyes and smiled, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose.

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