Goodnight, My Freen
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"Even if I forget it tomorrow, say it anyway. Say it again in the morning. And again the next day."
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They say only drunks and kids can tell you the truth.
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Becky thought picking up someone drunk from a bar would be a quick, mildly embarrassing errand. She didn't expect to end up on a frustrating journey through declarations, forgotten faces, and the kind of love that's too big.
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