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And like Mom always said, normal is what you make of the cards fate hands you.
“Those are the best things to fall in love with,” I heard myself say. “The ones we find accidentally.”
“Beautiful things shouldn’t be boxed. It eventually dims their light.”
“You’re breaking my heart,” Matthew murmured, his nose almost brushing my temple. My body stilled, my mind quieting. “Why?” I whispered. “Because I’m trying to flirt and you’re not paying attention to me.”
The only thing that matters right now is you.
