“Right.” I squeeze her closer. “You saw a shooting star.” “I did…” “And your mouth moved. I saw it because I was watching you. You made a wish, didn’t you?” “Well, yeah.” She shrugs. “It’s kind of customary. See a star, make a wish.” “Right. So…” “What did I wish for?” I nod, and she gasps. “Lawson! You’re not supposed to ask people that. It goes against wish rules.” “I know, I know. And I didn’t then, but I am asking now…” Her face transforms into a smile, the kind that says, Do you really have to ask? “You, Lawson,” she finally says. “I wished for you. And truthfully, I’d do it all over
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