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When he pulled back, he stroked my hair “I know this is sudden but life’s too short and too precarious to waste any ether, Miranda I want you to move out of your room at The New Yorker and live with me”

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I kissed hi the stars overhead The past year had been tumultuous for us both, filled with loss, pain and a very slow recovery, but it seemed that we both had finally found e needed, in each other’s arms

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