“Why?” “Because—” I try to figure it out for myself, why I started drawing them on a pizza box while Charlie sat on the couch next to me, trying so damn hard to keep himself in bloom. “Probably because your eyes remind me of page seventy-three in the Encyclopedia of Plants and Flowers. Forget-me-not blue.” Charlie swallows and looks back down at the flower on his wrist. “What does it symbolize?” He shifts in his seat like he’s afraid of the answer. “This flower. What does it mean?” “Fidelity,” I explain. “Loyalty and respect.” Charlie keeps looking at the flower. “You respect me?” “One of the
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