Sorry for taking so long with this. Real life gets in the way sometimes.

Hopefully I'm back on track now and will have this one squared away very soon.

Thank you to those who continue to contact me, it's nice to know there is someone waiting to see the fate of these two come to a head.

The two cell phones sat side by side on the coffee table and both showed a different time and date. One Australian time the other American.

Bella had been watching the minutes tick over on both phones rather than concentrating on the movie playing on the television and Edward knew it because he couldn't for the life of him recall what the fuck the movie was actually about.

"I don't want to do this yet," Bella blurted at exactly the same instant that Edward said "Let's leave it a few days."

The both laughed despite the seriousness of the situation. Pulling her closer into his lap Edward kissed the top of her head and held her tight. "Talk to me," he insisted because this had to be Bella's decision. It was her life and he was just along for the ride right then.

"I'm happy here," Bella sighed, meaning it. "Here with you. Here in Australia. Here at camp. It's the first time for me, feeling like I fit somewhere. And I know it's all temporary and I can't live this illusion for much longer, but I'm happy and I don't want to mess with it just yet."

"I get it," Edward whispered in return. "I feel the same. I think about home and I think about what I've got to go back to, but I like feeling like this too. Here with you. I'm happy too."

"So I don't want to call Jasper yet," Bella said firmly after he'd finished speaking. "I don't want to deal with it just yet. Maybe that makes me silly or a coward, but I want some more time to just be happy. And it's not like anything is going to change if I call him today or in a week or in another month, is it? Do you think?"

Smiling so wide he thought his cheeks might burst Edward took the time to kiss her on the top of her head before replying. "You're right. Nothing's going to change, get better or worse, if you don't call right now."

Pleased and relieved that he agreed Bella scooted forwards and waited until Edward had untangled himself from around her before she spoke again. "I'll do it before we go home though, and you'll make sure I do, right?" she asked.

"Right," he agreed.

"And when it's the right time for me to face all this you'll make some decisions about your situation at home too, right?" she asked hopefully.

Edward agreed verbally but mentally he wondered just what he was going to be able to do about his personal situation. There was, in his mind, only one thing he could do and it was going to hurt like a bitch. He was going to have to walk away from his life completely. Totally.

He was going to have to go against his father once and for all and probably alienate both his parents in the process.

The page of Jasper's information was now hidden amongst his socks in his dresser drawer but the pull towards it had faded as the day wore on. Edward no longer cared what the page contained. It couldn't be good, anyway.

"Good. So I'm going to head back to my cabin and get some sleep and I'll see you at breakfast, right?" Bella said, grinning.

He'd been so lost in his own thoughts he had to think hard on what she was talking about and when he grasped it, finally, his gut clenched in disappointment.

He could feel himself pouting but couldn't stop it. "I thought you might stay. With me. Again, here. I promise I'll try to behave myself this time," he whispered, nervous and embarrassed once again.

So very pleased and so very excited that he'd asked her to stay again Bella smiled even though he couldn't see her with his head hung low. "You didn't misbehave last time," she cooed softly. "I wasn't disgusted, you know. It was a bit of a surprise, that's true, but it's only because I've never...you know...been in a bed with a man before, so I didn't know that was going to happen for you in the morning. But it wasn't gross or anything. I talked to Angela about it..." she trailed off, embarrassed at having had to talk to anyone and worried that she'd passed on private details to a third party.

Scrubbing at his face with his palm Edward took a second to think back on the advice Em had given him in the dining hall just that morning and then he knew what he had to do. Embarrassment or not, nervous or not, there was no other way. He had to talk to her about it. Make himself clear and really listen to her if she wanted to talk to him about it.

"I think we should talk about this, about sex I guess, you and I should talk about it together," he whispered so softly Bella had to crane her neck to make out the words.

Bella swallowed hard before speaking. She could feel the blush rising up her throat and knew that the tips of her ears would look as though they were on fire. "I think we should talk about it too," she agreed carefully. Settling herself back into his arms, her back to his chest so that she didn't have to actually face him as they spoke, Bella took another deep breath. "Will you tell me what you're thinking first please?" she asked, aware that she'd just passed Edward what was effectively a ticking bomb.

Edward knew it too. But he was the guy and he'd asked her to stay with him and it was only fair that he go first because he'd started the conversation in the first place. "I don't mean any disrespect and I want you to know that everything I am about to say is the total truth and I need you to be honest with me too, please. I've never touched a girl, never seen a girl's body other than you know, what you'd see at the pool or at the beach. But I know what to do, in theory, and I have thought about it. A lot," he chuckled uneasily.

He was grateful to still be able to hide behind her and was utterly terrified to keep speaking, but knew he had to get all this off his chest so that she'd feel comfortable doing the same and they could move forward like adults. "Our first kiss was my first ever kiss and I know you know that, so if we touch each other or go any further than that I want you to know that that'll be a first for me too. But I don't expect anything. I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. I mean, I'm not saying that if you stay over again that we'll...um...I don't want you to think that's what I'm suggesting," he said in a rush, aware that he was ranting like a moron.

"Shhh," Bella soothed as she ran her hands up his forearms gently. "It's okay. I know what you mean. I know what you're trying to tell me," she smiled. "I've never seen a man either and I think about...well, I think about things too. A lot," she giggled, echoing his sentiment exactly. "In my novels they always know what to do and when to do it. They're always so confident, so forward. I know none of those stories are real, but is it weird that we're so nervous?"

Edward thought about that a second and then began to shake his head. "No, it's not weird. We're supposed to be nervous and not know exactly what to do and when. I mean, I know mechanics and I've read and seen some stuff online, but everyone has to start somewhere. Nobody can know exactly what to do the first time I don't think. I mean, a guy can't know what a girl likes the first time and vice versa, right?" he asked shyly, hoping she'd understand what he was trying to say.

Bella was right there with him on the thought and said so. "Plus neither of us has done anything at all so maybe we're so nervous because we don't know what we like for ourselves? As well as what the other likes? Does that make sense?" she asked, proud of herself for being able to speak so freely, if vaguely, about it with him.

"Exactly," Edward agreed and punctuated it with a kiss to her hair. "I've never wanted to do anything with anyone before, and I'm not saying we will, or have to, either. Just so you know."

Bella took a second to think on that and then began to nod. "I never wanted to do anything with anyone either, until now," she whispered nervously.

"Does that mean you do now?" he asked, his voice wavering between nerves and complete terror.

Another short second passed while Bella thought on the question. "I think I want it to be you," she whispered softly, heat flaring along her cheekbones at the admission. "But I'm not saying right now, this very second, either," she added hurriedly at the end, just in case he felt like he was being pressured.

The same heat spread its way across Edward's skin as the intention of her words sank into his brain. She wanted him, in the truest sense. She wanted her first time to be with him and as his heart began to thump wildly in his chest he began to smile. She wanted her first time to be with him. Not right now. But she wanted him. Unable to answer her statement with anything remotely succinct Edward let it pass without comment. Instead he made an admission of his own.

"So I should tell you that I talked to Emmett," he whispered.

"Oh yeah?" Bella asked, secretly grinning.

"Yeah."

"Was it weird?"

"Definitely," Edward chuckled. "Was it weird, you talking to Ange?"

"Definitely," Bella giggled. "But I'm glad I did."

"I'm glad I talked to Em too."

"Good."

"Good."

"You aren't filthy," Bella said firmly after the conversation looked like it was going to dry up from embarrassment.

"But you shot out of the bed so fast," Edward said before he could stop himself.

"Not because I thought you were dirty," Bella insisted.

"You couldn't even look at me."

Bella drew in a breath and Edward stiffened in fear. "I was embarrassed," Bella admitted. "I didn't know what to say and I didn't know where to look and I didn't want you to know that I had no idea that...um, I mean...shit," she giggled. "This is hard."

Edward couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped his throat at that. "I was hard," he laughed. "If I can say it you can. Try it out," he suggested, hoping it would be as freeing for her as it was for him.

Bella covered her mouth with one hand and her eyes with the other even though he couldn't see her face anyway. "You were hard," she giggled through her splayed fingers.

"I'll be hard tomorrow morning too, even if I say I'll try not to be, I know I will be," he told her knowing it was the truth.

"I know."

"Em said I should be honest, so I am."

"Ange said I should be honest too so...I can't promise I won't get embarrassed if you wake up hard and I feel it."

"And I can't promise that I'm not thinking about you so near to me when I get hard."

Bella could only nod at that. Angela's explanation of the mechanics of 'morning wood' gave several reasons why he'd wake that way and now that she knew it was a combination of a couple of them she felt better for the information. "When I wake up tomorrow morning I can't promise that I won't be thinking about you being so near either," she whispered.

"So you'll stay?" he asked hopefully.

Giggling Bella pulled free of his arms and patted her purse on the seat beside her. "I have my toothbrush in here," she laughed.

As the happy couple went through the machinations of preparing for bed, together, on the other side of the world a man was waking up worried. Very worried indeed.

Jasper had been sure that within hours of sending off his fax he'd hear from one or both of the pair. He was positive that Edward, at the very least, would call him back and demand an explanation. He assumed that Bella would call Alice at the very least.

But nothing. Not a word. And he was worried.

Oblivious to the confusion at home over the following five days new routines were cemented for those at camp.

The private guests at Crossroads were officially room swapping and it seemed pretty permanent.

Ben had almost moved everything he'd brought with him to camp into cabin one with Angela, leaving Tyler to have cabin three all to himself. That suited both boys. Ben because he wanted to spend as much time with Angela as possible, Tyler because his situation at camp had gotten decidedly sticky in the week after being 'outed'. The privacy afforded by Ben's defection gave him time and space to map out his next moves.

While Tyler hadn't exactly been 'outed' in the truest sense he knew that Edward, at the very least – Bella too if the pair were as close as he suspected – was now aware that he wasn't just a journalist. That meant that his observations of the private guests might not be covert anymore. Nobody had said a word to him about that but neither had anyone let him off the hook for it. It also meant that when he was in the company of the private guests at least two of them – Bella and Edward – might modify their behaviour in his presence, effectively tainting any observations he might have been able to make before.

His position was a delicate balancing act and he had always been quite good at it. He'd never been exposed before and he'd never had to directly address his position at camp with a private guest before they went home before either. A few times he'd come clean as a guest was leaving, but never had he been outed this early on in a guests stay.

He'd bide his time and deal with any fallout as it came. For now all was quiet at camp and that suited Tyler just fine.

Bella and Edward slept in his bed in cabin two. All her toiletries and most of her clothes had been moved across over the course of the prior few days and none of them made their way back to cabin one. Edward made space for her things in his dresser and he couldn't help but smile every time he was in the bathroom and looked down to see his toothbrush next to hers.

It was easy for Edward's brain to feel as though he was living the perfect life because that's what it felt like to him. They woke up in each other's arms every morning, they spent a lot of time together and they confided in each other each evening. To Edward it was as though he'd fallen through the wormhole expecting to find hell and instead found himself in nirvana.

For Bella it was more than a little surreal to find herself living her dreams out in reality, however short that reality may end up being.

She felt loved – though the word, or any connotation of it was never said – and she had everything she'd always felt had been missing before. Companionship with a warm and interesting man. Her own space that she could share with someone who genuinely seemed to care about her wellbeing and best of all she was free to spend her time lost in books.

The sleeping arrangements were what made her happiest of all.

Edward was warm both in character and physically. He held her close every night even though they began the evening quite far apart in the bed. No matter how either of them slept, though, they always woke in an embrace.

True to form they'd both been embarrassed about his little morning problem but as the days moved forward so did their confidence. Bella no longer leapt from the bed and fled to the bathroom and Edward no longer tried to distance himself from her until he had himself under control.

He'd given up trying to control it anyway. It wasn't going to be possible and he had been kidding himself to think he could will his erections away.

Spooning as they did every night it wasn't often that Bella woke without his erection in the small of her back.

They'd woken a few times face to face, Bella subconsciously licking and kissing along his jaw, Edward moaning in half sleep at the sensation. They'd quickly spring apart as they came back to consciousness, both embarrassed but not wholly sorry.

Twice they'd woken in the middle of the night to find themselves grinding into each other's bodies. Bella with her thigh pressing upwards into Edward's groin, he with his thigh pressed hard up against her centre. Both desperate for friction and mortified to find the other awake and fully conscious of seeking it. Hurried and whispered 'sorrys' were replaced with deeper, more desperate kisses and some light and nervous touching but never anything beneath their pyjamas and never anything that offered any relief.

Orgasm hadn't been achieved by either of them in the presence of the other, but the desire was there for it on both sides. Each morning they would part ways at the bedroom door as Edward took the first shower. As soon as he vacated the bed Bella would slide further down into it and soak up the residual warmth from his recently removed body and then she'd relieve her tension manually.

She felt neither guilty nor disgusting for having done it either. it was natural, as Ange had explained during a sun-filled coffee and gossip session under the awning of cabin one.

Edward relieved his tension in the shower and didn't feel guilty either. Emmett had cheekily suggested lying on his arm for a few minutes before vacating the bed in an effort to make it go numb. Edward had scrunched up his face and had to admit to having no idea what Emmett was talking about.

With an even wider grin Em told his ex-roommate that a numb arm and hand made it feel like someone else doing it. Ed had snorted at the ridiculousness of the idea but as he stood under the shower the next morning he gave it some serious thought. He hadn't tried it, but the thought was there.

Emmett hadn't slept in his own bed in all that time either.

Every night, after dinner, he showered in his own cabin, changed his clothes in his bedroom then wished his friends a good night and disappeared along the path to cabin six.

He was present at breakfast each morning but during the daylight hours he was nowhere to be found. Everyone knew that he'd been staying with Rose, in her cabin at night, but if the sun was up Emmett was MIA.

Conversely everyone saw Rose around camp. Wherever Emmett disappeared to he went alone. Rose went about her business as usual. She was at staff meetings and oversaw the various activities for the corporate guests. She took calls and paid the wages. She checked in with the locals and kept an eye on all her guests, just like she always did. But Rosalie was different and her staff knew it.

She smiled more. Small inaccuracies didn't bother her. Little infractions no longer drew a lecture. When it came time to discipline a staff member – and it happened often with so many staff on the premises – the nervous, shaking kitchen hand could only gape when he received just a shake of her head and a caution not to let her catch him kissing the yoga instructor in public spaces again.

Rose skipped her way through the days happy, content and feeling the first wonderful flutters of budding love. After six weeks of his company that was exactly what Rose was beginning to feel for Emmett.

After six weeks Em was terrified to be feeling the same. He'd never been in love before. He'd never felt anything for anyone although he'd tried, a few times, with girls from university or the daughters and nieces of family friends and his parents associates. But they were just girls and Rose was a woman and she turned him inside out, upside down and six ways sideways too. And Emmett found himself enjoying the feeling of maybe, possibly being in love.

Not twenty four hours after Rose showed him the pages she'd printed out Emmett had an interview with an instructor at Explosives Training Australia. An hour later he had an information pack, a class schedule and an invoice for six thousand dollars in his pocket.

Relieved he didn't need any prior experience or any references other than a police check – he was confident he would come up clean despite his explosive 'hobby'- Emmett made the drive back to camp happy with the knowledge that he was on his way. He was going to miss the car but the thought of beginning fresh overrode any feelings of regret he was going to have as he watched her new owner drive her away from him.

How he was going to pay the invoice remained to be seen. Obviously he needed to offload the car, but for a few days at least, until his classes actually started, Emmett allowed himself to just be pleased with the decision and tried not to worry about making it actually happen.

Mornings saw Edward at the piano in the conference centre. Every afternoon he went to town. At precisely two in the afternoon a taxi arrived to take him to Pete's music shop and for two blissful hours he worked with any and all students that were put before him.

His aching shoulders, back and fingers after years of neglect while he sat behind a college desk hadn't prepared him for the rigours of a music teacher's life. Even after just a few hours each day he hurt. He stood every night under the boiling stream of water in his shower and relished those aches and pains. For the very first time in his life he was doing something he loved and was being paid for it. The aches and muscles spasms that work produced were symbols of his achievement and he endured them with good grace.

The money wasn't much and he knew it was just temporary but even a temporary sense of self accomplishment was more than he'd ever felt before and so Edward revelled in all of it. However fleeting the feelings were to be.

While Edward was off teaching Bella sat in the sunshine under her awning and worked too. Though her toil was unpaid there was merit in her efforts. The investment in the second-hand calculus textbook had been significant but worth every cent she'd paid for it.

The suggestion had been Edward's and a good one. She had hours every day with nothing of significance to do. She needed to be active and mental activity suited her far more than the sirens call Angela and Ben answered every day from the gym.

So she sat outdoors and worked through her textbook.

Page after page came alive under her pen. Rows and rows of calculations. Column after column of workings out. Her handwriting became more erratic when she thought she could make the numbers work, her excitement growing with each step closer to an answer she took. When the sums became more difficult her handwriting became less like scribbling and more precise as she attempted to work through the exercises.

Waving Edward off to his lessons each afternoon felt right. It felt normal. Wishing him well, kissing his cheek and absorbing his smile as he wished her a pleasant afternoon made her feel like a wife sending her husband off to work of a morning and Bella found she liked that feeling.

She felt stable. Gone was her confusion and her worry. Gone was the feeling of being steered toward a murky, uncertain future that she didn't want and in its place was a soul deep sense of belonging.

Not to the camp exactly, but to Edward.

The revelation wasn't a new concept to Bella. She'd felt tethered to Edward almost from the first night under his awning as they'd shared that first illicit cigarette.

No, Bella wasn't feeling as though she belonged at camp permanently, Bella felt more and more that she belonged with Edward.

Edward had never felt more alive and it wasn't just the access to music that made him feel that way.

He had friends for the very first time in his life. Friends who asked after him, who listened when he recounted what he'd spent his day and night doing. Friends who met with him willingly in the dining hall and under the awning of his cabin. Friends who included him and seemed to value his input in conversations.

He had a purpose that didn't make him feel ill. As trivial as his piano work might look or feel to an observer it was a simple change in his life that meant almost everything to him. The pleasure he gained from those few hours cemented in his mind just how wrong for the business world he really was.

Being kissed by Bella under the awning as he went off to those lessons made him feel wanted and cared for, for the very first time in his life. Like Bella, Edward felt as though he finally belonged somewhere. And like Bella it wasn't necessarily about the camp for Edward either. The camp had bought them together, but the sense of belonging Edward felt was geared toward Bella. When he was with Bella he was content.

Neither of them could predict what the future would bring them once they left the camp and Australia, but they both knew – without wanting to voice it – that their future laid together. Somehow. Wherever they ended up, it would be together. If it was possible.

Neither wanted to put voice to the possibility that they might not be able to make that work. That merely living in the same city could in itself pose more of a problem than be a boon. With their parental and family situations as they were both realised that moving away would be a good answer, but neither wanted to have to do that. And so they concentrated on what they had already and not what they were facing at home.

Each individual was so caught up in their own personal business every single one of them missed the signs of any impending trouble.

For two whole weeks the private guests at the camp indulged themselves with the things that made them happiest. The gym and each other for Angela and Ben. The thrill of a new story to research for Tyler. Edward had his lessons and his Bella; Bella had her textbook and her Edward. Rose had her camp and Emmett had his self respect back. And his sobriety. Almost.

Over the next four days things began to unravel at Crossroads. It was a steady progression, and anyone could be forgiven for missing the signs, but miss them they did. All of them in their own ways.

Angela was the first to fall. Rose didn't see it happening. In fact, nobody did. Not even Angela herself.

Slipping back into the routines that led her to camp in the first place Angela ate less, worked out more and kept from Ben the information that may have averted the near tragedy.

On a warmish Thursday morning Angela met Ben at the gym after skipping breakfast and the two went through their warm up routine. A gentle jog around the camp that followed the shoreline of the lake and then doubled back to the gym itself.

Ben, for his part, assumed that his exercise partner had eaten breakfast before he'd reached the dining hall himself and didn't think to ask for confirmation. And so he moved into the circuit room confident that they'd both move through their respective routines without complication and was looking forward to helping Angela rid herself of her sweat in the shower in his cabin, as he'd done every day for the past weeks, once their workout was complete.

But it was not to be.

Angela managed the jog without injury or incident. She got through the first two stations of her circuit before her stomach began to growl too. She sucked on her water bottle between station two and three and hoped that would be enough to stave off the cramps she was feeling in her gut.

Cramps weren't new for Angela. She'd worked herself into the ground at college and she knew she was capable of fending off the nausea she began to feel as she moved on to station four.

Ben, engrossed in his own circuit, didn't see her refill her water bottle between station five and six and again between the end of her first circuit before starting again at station one.

The cramps still clenched her stomach but had also migrated to her calves and thighs as Angela pushed her way through the leg section on station two.

She was sweating profusely and wrote that off as the Australian Spring heading towards an Australian Summer. But the weather wasn't to blame.

Station three was hard. Harder than it normally was and harder than it had been on her first go round earlier. Her back and shoulders screamed in pain as she pushed the machine and her body to its limit.

The light headedness she put down to the heat once again.

When her vision blurred as she moved toward station four Angela reached for her towel and her water bottle again. Her neck was now aching and her teeth were gritted as she sat at the machine to work her abdominals.

She tried to concentrate on Ben, working on a machine directly opposite, but it was hard. Her body was screaming at her to stop but her mind told her she was strong enough to work through the pain. She had before.

She refilled her bottle a third time and this time Ben noticed.

"Even a camel's gotta refill, huh?" he chuckled as he took his turn at the water fountain to refill his own bottle.

Her grunt in reply wasn't alarming. They were both working hard and the weather had warmed up over the few days previous. Neither of them had been exactly chatty during their workouts and so he moved back to his next machine without concern for his partner.

Her grunt as she sat at station five was lost to the sound of a free weight being dropped to the floor in the room behind the circuit area. Her gasp as she stood up from station five was hidden beneath Ben's own grunt of exertion at station three.

But as she doubled over, her arms about her waist, then collapsed to the floor, it didn't go unnoticed.

Bens shout of alarm bought the gym staff running.

His scream as he tried to locate her pulse made one of those staff hit the emergency button by the door as he came running.

Bens anguish as Angela was loaded into the ambulance was evident to all who saw him arguing with the paramedic to be allowed to go along.

His desperation as he waited for the taxi that would take him to the hospital was palpable as his friends waited with him at the front gate.

The ride to the hospital was agonising and Ben spent the whole way trying to string together a possible scenario that would fit with what he'd seen. Which was basically nothing.

Angela had seemed totally fine on the jog. She'd warmed up with him without incident.

She'd moved through the circuit seemingly as easily as she always did.

Sure she'd drunk a lot more water than usual, but so had he. It was hot today.

Without the ability to talk to a relative the emergency room staff had to let Ben in to answer questions. They had no choice. Angela presented with so many symptoms that a diagnosis was impossible until more information was to hand. Ben was the only one who could provide that information.

He told them everything he could and then he waited. And waited. The tests seemed to take forever. The conclusion foregone.

Angela had been working her body into the ground.

She was dehydrated, had muscle cramps and spasms in almost every part of her body. She had next to no body fat and her heart rate was very high at rest, despite Ben's inability to locate one at all at first. She had a urinary infection and her kidney function was poor.

The level of cortisol (a stress hormone) was elevated and wouldn't recede. The tested levels of amino acids in her body were dangerously low and the doctors had come to the correct conclusion that Angela had over trained her body to the point of almost total functional shut down. Angela's body was eating itself alive because she refused to refuel it and worked it too hard.

Angela was an addict.

As surely as drugs, alcohol and food could become addictive so could exercise and weight management. And Angela was addicted.

Ben was shattered.

Rose was aghast.

The other private guests were stunned and frightened.

Angela was in an induced coma.

Her parents were on their way.

It took almost two full days for Angela's parents, Bill and Maree, to arrive in Melbourne.

Angela was awake and very, very ashamed.

Ben was exhausted and grateful not to be asked to leave immediately.

Rose was heartbroken to have failed another private guest and not surprised to learn that the four of them, Angela and her parents and Ben too would be flying back to the states as soon as the hospital signed the release.

Angela was going home for treatment for her addiction. Ben was going home to prove to his coach that he was fit and sober. He was going to play the final four games of his college season, sit his final exams as best he could and then he was moving to be nearer Angela.

Bill and Maree were worried for their daughter but not shocked at the revelation that she was in love with Ben. They saw it for themselves the instant they entered her hospital room. Sick or not their daughter had found her opposite number.

No decisions, or proposals for that matter, had been discussed by the pair. They didn't need to be. They'd be together. And when Angela was well again, and she was determined to be well again, they would make plans. Until then she would do her very best to do all that her counsellors needed her to do and Ben would do his best to graduate. Their future wasn't at all set or settled but they'd be together.

For now it was all that mattered.

For the other private guests the whole outcome looked like bliss.

Of course they were worried for Angela's health, but the idea that her parents had accepted Ben as a part of her life and that he was so sure, and able, to make plans to be with his love seemed far easier than the decisions they were going to have to make for themselves very soon.

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