I love her. I love Tallulah. And falling in love looked . . . nothing like I believed it would. It wasn’t sudden or showy, clean-cut or clear. It was uneven and unexpected, creeping quietly, a vine that began as a small, delicate shoot winding its way through me, until one day it was everywhere, twined through my heart, my mind, my life, every corner of it.
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