She passed him the tin, and he reached in for a cookie and took a bite. He tipped his head up to that starlit sky and chewed slowly, sniffling as he swallowed. He continued that way until he’d eaten the whole thing. Then he turned back to her. His big red smile was crooked. All wrong. “How’s it that just tasting something you baked could make me feel better?” She thought it was kind of a tease, and she rolled her eyes and faced forward. “I know it doesn’t make it any better at all, but I just wanted you to know that I was thinking of you.” That he wasn’t forgotten. He’d always made her feel
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