Seven.

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She looked up at me.
Tears streaming.
From her face.

She called me by my first name.
Not my.
Nickname.

I knew it was bad.

But I didn't know.
Why she was crying.
I vowed never to make her.

I was afraid.
Afraid we were having a bad start.
And it would happen again.

"If you ever
Don't want to be
With me,

Please,
Tell me."
She said quietly.

So I wiped away her tears.
And told her everything would.
Be ok.

"I'm yours.
Always yours,
Remember?"

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