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"I'll come with you," Kaden said. "I haven't been there in years, but... It's time." "I'll stay here unless you need me," I said, thinking of the journal I still hadn't had a chance to read, except for a few quick glances in the car. "I need to unpack my things, and go through my old stuff too, if it's still around." "We kept your room the same after you left," Stella said. "None of us could bear to touch it. All your things are still in there." "That's good to know." Kaden leaned close, nuzzling his nose against my cheek. "I hope that when you unpack this time, you do it in my room." "In our room," I corrected. "Exactly." He rested his hand on my knee under the breakfast table. "Ugh," Stella said, making barfing sounds. "And this is exactly why we need our own place." A few hours
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