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“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, hating the helplessness squeezing at my heart. Now I get why Chris was so pissed off that morning at the gym. Jesus, he’s had to keep this all in. I’d put money on the fact that he’s immune to the brand of helplessness clawing at my chest right now.
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“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, hating the helplessness squeezing at my heart. Now I get why Chris was so pissed off that morning at the gym. Jesus, he’s had to keep this all in. I’d put money on the fact that he’s immune to the brand of helplessness clawing at my chest right now.
Maisy looks up at me, her hopeful whiskey eyes trailing my face. "Can you be right here when I get back?”
“Of course.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Anything for you.”
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Maisy looks up at me, her hopeful whiskey eyes trailing my face. "Can you be right here when I get back?”
“Of course.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Anything for you.”
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“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, hating the helplessness squeezing at my heart. Now I get why Chris was so pissed off that morning at the gym. Jesus, he’s had to keep this all in. I’d put money on the fact that he’s immune to the brand of helplessness clawing at my chest right now.
Maisy looks up at me, her hopeful whiskey eyes trailing my face. "Can you be right here when I get back?”
“Of course.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Anything for you.”
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Maisy looks up at me, her hopeful whiskey eyes trailing my face. "Can you be right here when I get back?”
“Of course.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Anything for you.”
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