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... st. My hands itch to clutch the diary to my chest. His scent has fused with it but I don’t want to incur his wrath.
"Here!" I extend the diary towards him and he accepts it back.
"We would have continued but I need to clean this mess. Take a break, gather your focus and we will continue tomorrow." He places the diary on the table and picks up my necklace. It dangles down from his fingers, swinging like a pendulum.
"Wear it and don’t take it off," he reminds me.
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