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as I relaxed back into the pillows, still wordless, unable to formulate anything of coherence.
Steve stroked the hair back from my face, leaning over to pull the blanket across me as I felt a different kind of darkness, a softer, grayer, cloudiness creeping at the corners of my head, threatening to suck me down to blissful unconsciousness.
"Thank you," I whispered, as my head lolled back once more, my last conscious thoughts planning how I could give him the same in return, absolutely certain it would be a good idea. |
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