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“He forces himself to meet Manny’s gaze. “I’m sorry I can’t stay.” “OK. Go get some sleep then.” He doesn’t look happy about it, that cute little crease cutting into the edge of each eyebrow. “Come back tomorrow. You promised.” “I did.” Chant says, feeling faint. The air between them is warmer than the balmy night, their little private bubble back again, keeping the world outside.” — John T. Fuller
He forces himself to meet Manny’s gaze. “I’m sorry I can’t stay.”
“OK. Go get some sleep then.” He doesn’t look happy about it, that cute little crease cutting into the edge of each eyebrow. “Come back tomorrow. You promised.”
“I did.” Chant says, feeling faint. The air between them is warmer than the balmy night, their little private bubble back again, keeping the world outside.