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Some people live by a set of rules. 

I have only one, and I learned it the hard way: Don’t let anyone get too close. 

The night I met Isaac, I followed that rule. 

No last names exchanged, no details about our lives, and we spent the next hour soothing unspoken pains. 

When our hour was over, we went our separate ways, never to see each other again. 

Until the day I suddenly needed help. 

We shared a shocked expression, we shared a stuttering greeting. Just wait until he finds out what else we share. 

I have a feeling he’s going to take my rule and throw it out the window. 

But not without a fight. 

There’s a reason for my rule, and I’m not going to forget it anytime soon.

 

Our Finest Hour (The Time Series Book One)

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