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. . . “It’sHebrew,” Travis said with a nervous grin.
“What does it mean?”
“It says, ‘I belong to my beloved, and my beloved is mine.'” . . .
. . . It wasn’t just me, and it wasn’t just him, it was what we were together that was the exception. . . .
. . . “I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you.” . . .