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Please let me go." "Anna." He lowered his brow to hers. "Don't ask me to do that, because I don't think I can live without you. Take a chance, roll the dice. Come with me.

Nora Roberts (1998). “Sea Swept”, p.173, Penguin
Please let me go. Anna. He lowered his brow to hers. Don't ask me to do that, because I don't think I can live without you. Take a chance, roll the dice. Come with me.