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“Lie down,” I say, as I extricate myself from her grip. “You need to rest. I’ll get you some water.” When I turn to go, Matt and Luke hover in the doorway to her room, looking concerned. They must have heard us come in. “Is she okay?” Luke asks. Matt wrinkles his nose. “Wow, she smells like she went swimming in tequila.” “That’s probably not far off,” I say. “Luke, Matt,” Allie says, her eyes popping open. They move to either side of the bed and gaze down at her. Luke strokes her face, while Matt takes her hand. “Yes, Allie?” Luke asks. “I’m sorry.” Her face crumples up like she’s going to cry. “Why are you sorry?” Matt asks. “Because I got us into this big mess.” Luke tucks a piece of red hair behind her ear. “Everything is going to be fine.” “No it’s not.” She sniffs. “I want
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