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It started like this . . . I couldn't stand to be alone. I was tired of sleeping. I was tired of breathing. Everything was too much. So I went to Harry's room, knowing he would be up working on his novel. I knocked on his door and he answered.  

"Liam?" He asked, slightly rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing up?" 

"I just couldn't sleep," I said. "And I knew you would be up." 

Harry smiled softly and let out a small laugh. 

"Do you want to come in?" 

I said yes. 


[I took the picture that's used in the cover and I'm so proud of it.]


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