“Uncle Hayes told me you were different.” “He did?” I asked, checking my phone timer to see how much longer he had to wait. “Yep. Remember how I was real sad that I didn’t get to go to your wedding?” “I remember. You know how bad we feel about it, right?” “That’s okay, Savvy. You’re my girl now. But Uncle Hayes, he explained it to me,” Cutler said, as he looked down and gasped when I peeled back the paper so he could see the words temporarily inked on his arm. His eyes were wide, and he waggled his brows when he looked up at me. “You know, my uncle Hayes never thought he’d get married. But he
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