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Chapter Eleven: Gillian
Gillian I could see how confused she was, and I was frustrated. Because I just wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to lay it all out, so we could move on with life, together. But George butted in on my thoughts with a more calm and rational view of things. If we put too much on her at once, we would only scare her, and maybe risk losing her forever. And neither one of us were willing to let her go. I opened my mouth to say something I probably would have regretted, but George interrupted. “Breakfast. We need breakfast.” And he took Alice by the elbow and gently started to guide her toward the bedroom door. “But...” She put on the brakes and dug in her heels, looking down at herself self-consciously. “But I’m not dressed. I can’t walk around in nothing but a t-shirt!”
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