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“Growing up in my house, we had a rule. You have to clear the air before a meal. If you still have anger in your throat when the meal starts, you could choke.”
“Are you okay, Tallulah?” He clutched her to his body like a giant holding a stuffed bear, his rib cage dipping and expanding on heavy breaths. “Did he—” “Yes. He did. So I called him a motherfucker and threatened to break his glasses.” Slowly, a rumble started to spread in Burgess’s chest, his arms squeezing her even closer, his lips pressing to her hairline. “That’s my girl.”
“I guess I want to be important to you.

