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“Bojan, I think I go for walk.”
“Wait a moment, I’ll change into something else.”
“I go alone if that ok?” Jere looks anxious, which stops Bojan’s movement.
They’ve spent the last four weeks together, nearly every minute. Bojan understands that it’s not an unusual request, that needing time alone isn’t a sign that Jere suddenly hates him or anything. However, Bojan can’t forget that the time they have together, in the same physical space, is limited and he’s reluctant to give up even a single minute. But this is for the best. For Jere.
“I should probably call mom.”