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... ed them since Trevor set them down, and Trevor hadn’t moved since. The library was quiet—too quiet for spring—but the window had been left cracked open, and the air that drifted in smelled faintly of earth and pale blossoms. Somewhere outside, a breeze stirred the first leaves on the trees. Soft green, not yet stubborn.
Inside, everything remained still.
Trevor leaned forward first, resting his forearms against his thighs. "You are not fine."
"And you’re repeating yoursel ...
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