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Edgar smiled at her and squeezed her hand. He felt Gift return to his side. “Thank you,” he said to both Jace and Jenny.
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She continued eating her food.
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“Jenny, I’ll be ok. It’s just a little pain…well, maybe a lot of pain.” He spoke in short bursts.
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“I’m glad.” But she has always been good at making people feel how she wanted them to. Was this that again?
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“You helping me, giving me food, clothing, and a place to stay. And the…way you make me feel.” She blushed again.
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“I have no reason to not, but many reasons to like you.”
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She leaned into the touch slightly. “Why wouldn’t I?”
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“For what?” she whispered back.
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She put an arm around him and leaned into him.
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“I’m sorry. Is my fault, isn’t it?”
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“Well, you?” She said between bites.
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She couldn’t stop herself from smiling back.
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She shrugged, then began eating.
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Edgar stayed in the same position, his expression pained.
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“Well I’m not lying.”
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His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, but tears were still trickling through.
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“You don’t have to lie,” she said, looking down.
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“Thank you for being here,” he whispered to her through clenched teeth. “I love you.”
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Edgar didn’t notice, as he had squeezed his eyes shut again, trying to force the tears to stop. He was largely unsuccessful.
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She smiled. “Me too.” She didn’t look or act tired though. “You look handsome when you’re tired.” She blushed.
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“Thank you.” She turned to Jacin. “Are you…doing ok this morning.
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“Thank you.” He squeezed her hand.
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“But I want to be by you,” he said weakly, his voice pained.
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Freja sat up slowly, looking at Anna. “Good morning,” she said tiredly.
