"Are we going to be okay?" asks Jack, his voice small and lost in his chest. "Because if I've fucked this up? If I've...broken it? I can't stand that, Poison. I can't live with that."
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"Are we going to be okay?" asks Jack, his voice small and lost in his chest. "Because if I've fucked this up? If I've...broken it? I can't stand that, Poison. I can't live with that."