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Chapter 60
Maybe it was something in the air or something but I opened my mouth and almost made the mistake of talking. That was until he interrupted.
"You alright?" he questions. I'm momentarily stunned by the fact that he was talking and that he was talking to me.
I felt betrayed for a second because it was as if his voice had broken something that we had an unspoken rule about:
No talking.
His voice was deep, husky, and a bit raspy, and I couldn't help but look up at him with big eyes, but he wasn't even looking at me.
"Yeah."
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