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That’s because two nights ago I didn’t know I still loved you. “I’m serious, Chad. I don’t want—”
“You’re not going to die,” Chad assured me, firmly positive. “I might…but you won’t.”
“What? What does that mean?”
“Remember that second person I said is after you?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, they’re not reallyafteryou.” He gave my hands another reassuring squeeze.
“They’re watching over you.”
