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Date: 2004-04-28 01:10 am (UTC)
Clay looks up at him, giving him a slow smile.

That's okay. I guess I am. Sort of.


He can't tell David of going running so close to the dark. Because he promised he'd come to say goodbye if he left. And he isn't sure he can.
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