I watched them, something warm and sharp twisting in my chest.Pups, Norman murmured. Ours.“Don’t start,” I muttered.You see it. The girl’s heart, the boy’s fire. Yours and hers, both.I didn’t reply, but the daisy in my hand trembled slightly.That evening, I found myself at Esther’s door again.
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