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Nick leans down and kisses my eyelids. __oving you, Zara, is a full-time job. It__ a great job, don__ get me wrong. It__ the best job in the universe. But it is not easy, because you tend to . . .___et hurt?_ Betty suggests. __ind trouble? Pass out? Break arms?___ll of the above._ Nick laughs.My hand finds Nick__ wrist and I grab onto its thickness. __ou know, I__ the patient here. Where__ the bedside manner? Where__ the sympathy?___ara, sympathy is just a good excuse to buy greeting cards and make sorry eyes and secretly gloat over how glad you are that you aren__ the person whose crap is hanging out there for the world to see,_ Betty says.

We__l fight them. We took down my dad. We__e taken down so many since then. We__l take down these jokesters too.___ will never let anything happen to you,_ Nick growls into my hair. __ will die before you get hurt again. So help me God, Zara. I will die."__e too.___hat?___ will die before I let anyone hurt you or Issie or Dev or Gram or . . ._ I stop and pull my head away from his chest so I can look up at him. __his list is getting kind of long and melodramatic, isn__ it?__e laughs. His hand moves slowly up my spine. He starts leaning down for a kiss. __eah. It is.