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“I dream of coming home and curling up on the couch, baking cookies together while you get flour all over your black clothes and complain about it but still stay up until 5 a.m. in the kitchen with me. We’d raise little gray-eyed children who’d probably jump off the roof or steal a train or something crazy. Somehow, you’re everything I never knew I wanted. I’m supposed to be the daughter who makes good decisions, safe decisions. Maybe being in love with you isn’t the safe choice or the smart one, but it’s the one I want to make. Or it could be the holidays.”

