"Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs."
"Do what ya have to do to pay off yer debt with Heaven,’ he said, his concern for proper speech abandoned. ‘But ya do not die on me, ya understand? I can’t live without ya. Yer all I got, woman.’ Her breath caught in her lungs. ‘I don’t want to be here if you’re not."
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Source: Jana Oliver (2012). “Forgiven”, p.249, Macmillan
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