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... e he belonged in pieces, yet somehow, impossibly, he had burrowed under my skin.
"That’s enough sentimental bullshit for one night."
I snapped upright, yanking Noah off my lap. He grunted, a half-hearted protest, but didn’t move.
"Come on," I said, bending down to grab his arm. "You need to sleep."
I tried to lift him.
He was like a sack of wet cement, completely dead weight, his head lolling, arms dangling uselessly.
I sighed, staring down at him. ...
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