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Tears streamed down Elora’s face. She bit her lip,
trembling.
“El, why are you crying?” Arga asked gently,
holding her hand.
She shook her head, pain in her eyes. “I... I
can’t.”
“What? Why not?”
“I’m sick, Ga,” she whispered. “I have been for a
while. I didn’t want to ruin this trip. But I can’t hide it
anymore.”
Arga’s heart sank. “How sick?”
“I have a serious illness. And I don’t know what’s
going to happen. That’s why I can’t say yes. I don’t want
to be a burden.”
He was quiet, his own tears forming.
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