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I think I finally understood how Arthur felt when I forced him to eat. I shoved down bite after bite, wondering how many I'd have to eat to safely be considered “done.” After a minute, I set my fork down, watching Jack out of the corner of my eye to see how he’d react. When I didn’t see any noticeable changes I finally pushed my plate away.
"What do you think? Should we head to bed now?" I asked, wiping my mouth.
"Absolutely not!" He cried indignantly. “I only have a few precious hours left with you and you already know the chances of me waking up as myself again are slim. The last thing I'm going to do is waste one second we have together sleeping."
He reached over and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips. He pressed my palm to his cheek. His eyes held a tinge of sadness as he look
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