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He’s a man with a lot of making up to do. He knows that much. Long nights spent under starry skies that stretched on forever have taught him more than a few lessons, one of which is how little he matters in the grand scheme of things. He’d thought he’d known that before, but now he sees that he’d been acting like a little tin god, king of the world, looking down on the commoners.
He knows better, now, than to reject love freely offered.
He wonders if it’s too late. He hopes it’s not.
”Dear Andrew,
Hi – it’s Xander…”
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