Stop it,' he whispered. Hid lidded eyes winced. His hands faltered up to cover his face.
Dusty did not stop. 'If I'd known you-if I'd known you when you were alive, I think I would have loved you, too.'
Dusty, please stop.' He could barely speak.
I think I do love you.' Her voice had dropped to a whisper, because it was a truth like a silver sword. 'I think I do. I cry, too.

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