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   the sun was slanting across phil's face, making his eyes look more yellow than green. elodie rose up onto his tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
   "see you soon?" phil said hopefully, eyes bright.
   elodie blinked her eyes quickly, warring against their growing wetness. "yeah. see you soon."
   she took one last look at phil's face: the way his ebony hair fell sloppily over his pale skin, the arch of his eyebrows, the sharpness of his cheekbones.
his always-there smile.
   elodie turns away from him and walks unsteadily through the hospital doors.

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