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Don't Let the Forest In

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    DON’T LET THE FOREST IN

    ... Y YA¿¡¡?¡¡?¡ JESUCRISTO SANTO. IM UNWELL

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    Andrew lowered his head so his mouth was close to Thomas’s ear. “Wake up. I need you to tell me if we’re real.”

    Thomas didn’t open his eyes, but his face had gone soft; all that fierce anger and lonesome fear slipped away.

    “Kiss me,” he said, low and sleepy. “Then you’ll find out.”

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    He ran his fingers through Thomas’s curls

    Huh---¿

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    “Remember you love me.”

    H E G A V E U P H I S H E A R T

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    He sat very still among the roots of the oak,

    DIOSMISANTISIMO Y THOMAS ¿

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    He’d covered the hole with soil, packed it down hard with his palms before brushing leaves on top.

    DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONT CARE, WHERES THOMAS

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    Andrew slowly peeled Thomas’s filthy shirt back just enough to show the trembling skin over his heart

    THE ABSOLUTE F U C K ARE YOU DOING

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    If you cut open my chest”—Andrew’s voice was wrecked—“you’ll find a garden of rot where my heart should be.”

    Thomas tilted his head up, and the way he looked at Andrew was so tender and fierce, so full of fearless worship. “I don’t care how dark the world is for you. I’ll hold out my hand until you find it, and I won’t let go.”

    AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY TF DO YOU MEEEEAN, AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH TF DO YOU MEAN

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    “Does it have to be your heart?”

    SI THOMAS, SIENTATE Y NO HAGAS NADA ABT IT

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    Andrew scooped damp soil and decaying leaves until he made a shallow hole, deep enough for the journal to fit. There was just enough room left to fit a throbbing heart. He let out his breath, slow and careful, and stayed on his knees as he put the tip of the box cutter to his chest

    ... BITCH ARE WE SERIOUSLY GONNA END LIKE THIS
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