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“Uh, I guess it won’t seem like as big of a deal as yours, but . . . I had a picnic in a cemetery once.”
“My mom passed away when I was ten, and I was afraid to visit her at the cemetery. It really freaked me out. For two years, I refused to go.
The day you moved in next door I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I fucking loved you.”
We were like the positive sides of twin magnets again.
The tree between Jared’s and my houses was lit up with lights. Hundreds. Of. Lights.
