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Twenty Five - Our forest
"Luna," he said, my name passing his lips with a light sigh.
"I know I bother you about this a lot, but…he never
oversleeps. He has never overslept in the morning once in the time he's been mayor. I don't know what it means, but I just feel wrong about this election and I don't know why." I hated repeating myself again and again, but I couldn't help it. The instinct had been nagging at the back of my brain for days, and Eric was the only person I wanted to tell about it."Alright," he said, his voice lowered, his arm stretching across the table to offer me his palm. "What exactly do you think is going on, then?"
I reached forward and took his hand, his palm warm and soft. "I…" I stopped. "I don't know, and I sound completely paranoid and I'm sorry but I just have this gut feeling. I'm afraid I'm boring you by bringing this up over and over, but…I'm sorr
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