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“Twelve”
“Twelve” Finnegan's POV He answered my call. My Bran answered my call. I was flooded with all kinds of emotions throughout the conversation. His voice was deeper and beautiful. My heart was aching and thumping so hard, even my hands began to sweat from over excitement. He missed me, too. I was in floating in happiness as we talked for what seemed like eternal heaven. And I don't care if what I feel for him isn't the same as what he feels for me. I love him. I know that now. And for the time being, it's enough that I have the chance to see him again. But I can't let Uncle Ben know about it. Not until I clear every misunderstanding with Bran which I could tell there is a lot even without either of us voicing it out. Uncle Ben can't know. Not until I learn exactly what happened all
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