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"You're perfect." She whispers when they pull away.
"Sometimes I feel alone." Harry whimpers, his voice brittle.
"My love." She quietly mutters, her hand up the back of his shirt, tracing circles with her finger on his skin.
"So I think of you, and suddenly I'm not so alone anymore."
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