Looking at the screen, it’s the two of us in a nutshell. A smile lights up my face as Charlie is caught mid-word, with Comet’s chin taking up most of the picture. I’ll never delete this one, but I take a second one where we’re all looking. “Better?” I hold my phone out to Charlie. He studies the photo, a look washing over his face that I can’t quite read. Which is weird, because I can always read him. What’s he thinking right now? Is he happy? Sad? Over this ridiculous thing? It’s confusing that I can’t read him right now. Made even more confusing by these feelings I’m having. It’s like one of
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