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Nicholas Boothman
He lets out a long breath and folds the letter
carefully, the creases falling into place as if his
hands remember them better than his mind. He
tucks it back into his satchel where it has always
been. Not a burden, but the truth he refuses to set
down.
Letting it go would mean pretending he no
longer loves her.
And that, even after all this time, he cannot do.
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