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“Fine. Let’s set a time. We can consider it a formal goodbye.”
When I saw Aiden again, he was wearing the first shirt I had ever given him.
He looked anxious and small, his hands resting nervously on his knees, his gaze timid.
He had brought everything: the photo albums and diaries I had thrown away, the moonstone bracelet I had left behind at the villa.
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