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He tells her once: “You’re the only other person who knows what it’s like to have a very big secret.”

“Tiedän,” she says, crumbling her piece of biscuit onto the table.

“We’re special.” He pauses, waits for her to look at him. “You’re special.”

Milja blinks, bites on her bottom lip.

“You’re special,” he says again, fond and affectionate, the words light but heavy on his tongue. “You’re special to me.”

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