Charlie Bignall

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“Hey. You’re⁠—” “Halley,” I provided, because there was probably no way he remembered my name like I remembered his. Then I waited for the residual anger to crease his brows and shadow his eyes. But all he did was nod once as snowflakes splashed across his navy hat. “Like the comet.”
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