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Fond Thoughts
The room was dark, but enough light still crept through the cracked, grubby window-pane that I could see Ethan’s outline, curled into a tight ball on his side, in a light doze.
My mind played a montage, film-like- everything we’d ever had together, everything we’d ever done, and I felt a fresh bite of pain in my chest.
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