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... ill dazed, still heavy-limbed, but not completely lost. She draped a blanket over his shoulders as he sank onto the mattress.
"I am sorry," he murmured. His eyes were on her—tired, glassy, but full of something raw. His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Please forgive me."
He reached for her then. His fingers brushed her cheek.
"I forgive you," she said. "Now stop talking. It’s late night." She moved around to the other side of the bed and slipped in beside him.
His ...
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