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I would have come for you. And if I couldn't walk, I'd crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we'd fight our way out together — knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that's what we do. We never stop fighting.
— Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom
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Araminta didn't even notice he was slipping away from her until she lost him.
Picture this: one minute, she's stargazing in another continent, her fingers intertwined with her boyfriend's as they pick out shapes in the dazzling cosmos and talk about the future — and whether or not they'll even have one together. For the first time in months — and for probably the last time — it felt like everything was right in the world. And for a minute, just for a brief minute, she thinks she might finally have an understanding of what it truly means to love someone.
