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Jacob rolled over, unwilling to let the sound of his alarm tear him from his dream. He tried to hold on to the image of her, but it was already drifting away into memory. He reached out and turned off the alarm.
He hadn’t dreamt about her in months. Not that he hadn’t thought about Emilia. He did that every day. The memory of the day he had first met Emilia Gray, seven years ago now, was one of the best he had.
He rolled out of bed and stumbled to his dresser. He had changed a lot from the little boy hiding under a tree. Now sixteen, Jacob was one of the tallest boys in his class, though he still had the thin look of someone who had grown quickly in a short time. His hair was as blond and shaggy as ever, and he had developed a golden tan from working outside all spring.
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