I'm sorry that you're still hurting.
I'll never stop wanting to kiss you," he whispered.
You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-" "Yes?" "Taller." "I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me." "And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.
It was Nick's voice Nick's arms. He turned me on my back and swam with me, pulling me to the bank.
You fell in love with me?
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