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“She’d still be alive if only I’d never—” “Shh. None of that, now. Stop.” He leaned toward me. I put my arms around him. He sagged gratefully against me, resting his chin on my head as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. It was awkward and strange, but also sweet. The men in this family weren’t exactly what could be described as stable. “I’m sorry I said that. I’m a f*****g asshole.” His voice was ragged against my ear. His body shook. “Apology accepted. And you’re not an asshole. Actually I don’t know you well enough to make a determination, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt under the circumstances. We’ll start over from here and get to know one another, and then I’ll let you know.” He laughed, or made a sound close to a laugh, and I was glad as that’s what I’d been ai
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