Spellbound by Obsession
The question came with the gravity of someone administering an admission test.
“I learned to like them today,” I answered without hesitation.
“Why?” She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing.
“Because you like them,” the answer was simple, but true.
She processed the information with the same seriousness with which she processed everything, her brow furrowed, her lips pressed. Then, as if reaching a satisfactory conclusion, she smiled.
“Then you can be my friend.”
“Can I?” I let the surprise show in my voice.
“You can,” she nodded. “But you have to really like unicorns. You can’t pretend.”
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