Happiness does not happen. Happiness must be uncovered, separated from the skin of pain. It must be claimed. Kept close.
Protected.
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“I love you, Ella,” I whisper. “I will love you for the rest of my life. My heart is yours. Please don’t ever give it back to me.”
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“Have you ever heard of Blue Streak?” I blink at him. “That’s the name of a movie?” “Romeo Must Die? Bad Boys? Rush Hour? Rush Hour 2? Rush Hour 3? Actually, Rush Hour 3 wasn’t that great. Tangled?”
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A little blond boy. So blond his hair is white. He’s staring, intensely, at a single dandelion in his hands.
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Adam looks like he might be on fire. Like fire might literally come out of his eyeballs. Like it might be his new superpower.
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“if she were from Oceania she would have an accent.”
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The chime sounds again, and this time, I say something decidedly ungentlemanly under my breath.
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That you could love me at all seems like some kind of miracle.”