The Gray Sisters: Back At It Again

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to go running. Everything seems

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d, I felt more like myself. T

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ating. I couldn’t believe how hungry I was. I devou

. I protested, but he wouldn’t hea

back to my house. We said bye and parted, but a part

does it feel like a part of me left when Michael

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eeded to get out of here. I climbed out

ement until I found myself in front

I kept knocking until so

yes. Once he focused, he saw me stand

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ing me to his room. Once inside, he closed the door. I cli

as he wrapped his arm around me. I snu

Michael. Most nights, I found myself at his door

t know until they found me gone one morning. Michae

l sleeping. His door opened, and Maverick gav

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sleep.” I go

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I shouldn’t have! I shouldn’t be feeling these things for you! But I d

ced, trying to avoid him, but it was no use. He pu

my face. I turned my head into his palm. His warmth

ps against mine. I fought but finally gave in to him. He wra

into it as our lips moved in sync wit

back and look

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to my uncle. My parents and Major and Maverick’s parents

ael. He smiled back before leaning in and kissin

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could see rig

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I’m still that same guy who sat with you at the funeral, stayi

th a close-cropped beard defining his jawline. He could look at you with

own into a man with more sophisticated fea

hing of it, but getting to know you this past summer made me like you mo

k you a q

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have a gi

g couldn’t manage my grief. Plus, she didn’t like the fact I had to ta

ry to he

wants to be selfish. I know it sounds harsh, bu

into mine, intert

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unk to the depths of despair. There