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“Nice shirt, babe. Didn’t know you were into Metallica.”
That’s when Mr. Santos whips his head around, and I notice he’s in the middle of biting into a spoonful of cereal and almost chokes as he looks at my chest.
He catches me staring, and I look away quickly.
Seeing her in my Metallica shirt did something to me.
If he wants me to be a sunflower, then I’m his.

