POPPY I was reading the book that Indy gave me, and goodness, it was sweet.It was so sweet that it made the marshmallow I was eating taste even sweeter than before.I stared down at the fluffy white marshmallow between my fingers and then slowly looked back at the open book resting on my lap.The two of them together felt like too much.I held the marshmallow up suspiciously, then looked at the book again. Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.”The marshmallow looked innocent enough. The book, on the other hand, was dangerously sweet. After a moment of consideration, I popped the marshmallow into my mouth and continued reading.The book Indy gave me was a short romance story. She had said it would be a good place to start.I was beginning to suspect that she had deliberately chosen something that would make my heart explode.It was the classic story of a prince and a pauper.The female lead was poor, kind, and so selfless that it
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