DIAMOND HART
she said to Starr, her younger sister vibe popping.
Starr smiled warmly, loving it. “We should, shouldn’t we?”
Sorcha nodded as she grabbed Starr’s palm, leading her to the stall. They both got the ice cream they wanted, Starr paying up. Sorcha got butterscotch – which had always been her favorite, while Starr got mint chocolate.
“It taste like freaking toothpaste,” Sorcha had said, “Why do you like it so much?”
Starr chuckled before she replied. “You are missing out, that’s all I’m going to say to you.”
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