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“Who’s the pretty lady?” the oldest boy asked. “She’s my friend. I need to talk to her. You can go play, though.” The kids ran off to the top of the hill, and Trigg walked toward Stormy. The world suddenly didn’t feel real, as if he’d stumbled into a dream. I hope it’s not a dream. It could be a nightmare. “Trigg,” Stormy said softly. She stopped in front of him. “Stormy,” he said. He wanted to sound strong, maybe even standoffish, but his voice came out tempered with longing. She reached out and took his hand gently. She held his fingers in hers, and Trigg could feel all the love and acceptance he craved in her touch. Emotion charged through him, and it felt like his heart might break all over again. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I thought you'd leave me if I told you the truth. I’ve n
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