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*Adam's anxious, though he wouldn't be able to tell you why. There's a fire going in the fireplace, and he's spread out on the couch, but he can't keep still. His foot taps, his hands wring, and his lip is getting quite the workout as he gnaws on it.*

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*By the time they crawl back to the tent provided to them, the sun's nearly crested the dune. Adam is nearly stumbling over his own feet, but the smile just won't leave his face as he flops to the floor and ignores the call of the bedroll for the feel of Alanna in his arms.*

I love you.