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The rest of the trip was uneventful, so I don't care to write it here.

But I remember when we got home, it was so late at night. We all got to our humble houses in Boston. I remember being so tired I needed Hazel to help me to bed.

We got to the bedroom, and I fell on the bed. "Goodnight, Hazel, love." I said, covering myself with blankets. Hazel climbed into bed and curled up next to me. "Goodnight, Alexander." She titled my face towards hers and kissed me hard.


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