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Why do you have to leave?" I whispered against his hard
chest. I was trying hard not to cry.
"I have to do this. I will be home before you know it." He ran a hand
through my hair, and kept me pressed against him. My arms gripped
the back of his shirt tight in my Fsts.
"Bour years, Trett."
