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Suddenly, you pull back, heart racing. Swallowing, you arrange yourself back on your own side of the couch, trying to act as if nothing has happened. Did you pull back because of the look in Wilson’s eyes, telling you that he wanted this as badly as you? Maybe you really are a coward.
You watch the credits roll, trying to ignore the stare trying to pierce through your armor. You quickly stand before any cracks can appear, grabbing your cane and hurrying for the door. You blew it keeps repeating over and over in your head as you flee your own home.
The End
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