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"Don't go," you pleaded once again. You were down with a fever, but you still staggered down to the door to persuade me to ditch. I couldn't, my eyes tried to send a plead. It's you or me.

Scooping you up, I placed you on the couch. Your eyes were drooping and you smiled, thinking you won. Closing my eyes, I quickly kissed your cheek and darted out.

I'm sorry. I'm in too deep to crawl out.

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