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“That’s incredibly sweet, but … you’re kind of freaking me out. You sure everything is okay?” she asked. A ball of emotion clogged my throat. “Recent events have just shifted my perspective, that’s all. We never know how much time we have, and you’re too important for me to risk going another minute without telling you.” Pip sniffled. “s**t, Em. Now you got me all choked up. I love you, too, sis.” “Love you more,” I whispered. “Listen,” she said, sounding more like her normal self. “I don’t know what all is going on over there, but you call if you need me. Okay?” “Absolutely.” I grinned. “Talk to you later, Pip.” “Count on it.” The following week passed in a blur of white lace, summer floral arrangements, and countless calls with the wedding coordinator. I only saw Conner once, and
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