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April’s giggle was intoxicating, as was the way the loose strands of her hair fell around her angelic face. Gripp never wanted to leave. His feelings burst all around him. He opened his mouth to speak, feeling his jaw unhinge. But fear engulfed him instead, forcing him to close it. Gripp wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn that he saw a look of hope melt away on April’s face. She turned away, letting go of his hand, and began searching for the pathway again. “We should get something to eat for the night,” she said. “I’m starving.” Gripp agreed, and he showed her the direction that they had to be traveling. There would be a boat waiting for them the next morning, so there really wasn’t too far to go. Gripp was annoyed and disappointed in himself. He followed April as she walked ahead,
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