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... reaming through the flaps of our tents casting a warm golden light across the fabric. I stretched on the bed with a slight yawn and then turned to my side only see that I was the only one in the tent.
The bedroll Reagan laid on the ground had completely disappeared completely, almost like he didn’t sleep in this tent and that the apology he had muttered last night hadn’t happened.
I stared down at my hand on the bed, I could still feel the warmth of Reagan’s hand on mine as he he ...
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