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Chapter Five
“I had no idea that you knew my full name.” I remark inanely, moving to lay against him. My head is on shoulder, my arm on his chest and my legs pressed tightly to the side of his.
“Yeah, well, you would be surprised by what I know about you.” He tells me. I'm staring over his chest at my wall, the room pitch black dark, as I try to adjust to the newness of the position I am currently in. “Anyways, I need to hear about all the names again. Wilder has told me them all before, a long time ago, but I forgot all but yours.” Wyatt says to me, his hand rubbing my back.
“Ugh, horrible names. Seriously, after me, the hospital should have realized that Isolde sucks at naming children and they should have invoked veto power or something. Revoked her naming rights.” I mutter angrily. It's like she went out of
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