Cliffhanger
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"Please don't jump." Harry took a step closer as I took a step back. "What do you care Harry? You hate me!" I cried as the rock beneath my feet started to crumble. Harry gulped. "I-I lied, I don't hate you." He said, his eyes locking with mine. "I love-" Harry was about to say finish when what would inevitably happen, happened.
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