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Chapter Five

Marcus and I walked hand-in-hand, an odd, yet normal-feeling action. He took his time, and we talked about our families, our friends—anything and everything under the sun before he broached the subject I feared most. But by the time he did, I felt much closer to him than I did my own best friends.

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