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and i promise ... i won't let you down either. ” a slight silence hung in the air, then he turned his gaze to the dark shelves, as if each book hid a secret. “ then ... let's go. one step at a time. together. ”
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bill felt his throat tighten, unable for a few seconds to find the words. he had heard promises before ... but never spoken in this way. not with such quiet strength. not with such faith. “ o—okay ... ” he whispered, ( ... )
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would lead me to the w—w—wrong place. but ... if you walk b—b—beside me, then ... then maybe i can ... i can't get lost. ” he took a breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “ you promise ... and i ... i believe you. ( ... )
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bill felt the warmth of her hand mingle with his, and a shiver ran down his spine. it was strange ... but not unpleasant. he felt as if a light, however faint, had just pierced the darkness around him. “ y—you ... you ( ... )
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understanding ... what this place wants from us. ” he lowered his voice, almost a whisper. “ and ... and if we stick together ... maybe we can ... maybe we can not just survive ... but maybe we can make sure it doesn't ( ... )
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bill looked down at the outstreched hand. he hesitated for a second—a habit of impossible pacts, promises made in derry that he had never really been able to keep. yet he felt his own heart beat faster at the thought of ( ... )
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she listens with utmost attention— sometimes her gaze will fall back to her own hands, as to not intimidate him with the unconscious intensity she would stare at anything that gave her some sense of fascination.
that is no ordinary man,
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toward her, he whispered. “ but ... if you're really ready to play ... i promise i won't run away. not this time. ” his smile widened, fragile but sincere, and he gently squeezed her hand as if to seal something more ( ... )
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