[She didn't want him to let go, but she knew he had to. It was getting closer to morning every second; Danny or Luke might wake up and catch them. Wiping her arm across her face, she nodded to him, trying not to cry anymore. Her birthday was coming up, and sixteen was supposed to be when girls grew up. She was pretty sure she had heard that somewhere, anyway. Nill took half a step back, blue eyes wide and alert, but sad. Her small mouth was a frown, and her hair was messy from where his hands had been. She knew he'd come back, he always did.]
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