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“My breath caught again, and each time I took a breath, I feared it would be the last one. "Don't leave me. Please? I don't want to be by myself.""You're not." Seth slipped his arms around me, holding me close. "You're not alone." His tears were mingles with mine. "You're not alone. You'll never be alone, Angel. I promise you. You'll never -”

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Book:Sentinel
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