Feb 20, 2007 18:59
“I know,” She says simply, hands sliding up to tug gently at his hair.
“God, Joanne, you don’t know what he means to me. Don’t take him.”
“Why would I want him when I have you right here?” And with that she kisses him.
He stops trying to blink back the tears and just lets them fall.
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