Now I’m sitting outside of Book Smart, waiting for Emmy to flip the sign over to “closed,” and the flowers seem to be looking at me with their big brown faces. If I walk in there and hand her this bouquet, she won’t be able to misinterpret anything. I’ll be crossing the friendship line. Is this a horrible idea? I feel like I’m about to lose my nerve, so I open the door to my truck and step out onto the street. I reach in and pick up the flowers, thinking they really do remind me of Emmy, when I hear a familiar laugh. I glance up and see her, not flipping the store sign, but stepping out the
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