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He waited patiently until I held out my hand. Then we walked up to a long, one-story building next to the taller sanctuary, and he paused, turning to me.
Then I was mewling, trembling in his arms. He continued to move.
My palm made contact with a forehead, and I pushed it away with my fingertips.
Grasped in his loose fist was a folded piece of paper.
Slowly, he pulled the sheet away, revealing my heaving breasts.
Just like where I'd seen Chris last year.