He then places my hand over his heart and I feel the rhythmic beats pounding nearly as hard and as fast as my own. I realize that Jacoby is damaged. That there is a darkness about him that I know should frighten me, but I think there is something else. Something that makes me believe him, against all reason when I know I probably shouldn’t. I look away, not liking the way my heart seems to recognize the beating of his. I'll have some very exciting news for you really soon....:)
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