They hold hands and sing right in each other’s faces like they’re starring in their own Broadway show. The crowd would be going wild for their enthusiasm. When the last chorus begins, Millie reaches for Avery, and my heart skips when Avery accepts her hand with a timid smile. She steps up beside Millie and watches her for a few beats before her quiet voice joins theirs. Her movements are shy, but she beams up at Millie, trying to copy her dance through the rest of the song. My chest tightens, as though someone has taken hold of it and squeezed. Something about watching them together is
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