“He looks like you,” I added. “Laughs like you, too.” “Poor kid,” she joked, shaking her head. “That laugh got me made fun of a lot in middle school.” “Well, by high school, I assure you — there was nothing to make fun of.” She cocked a brow, and I shrugged. “It was one of my favorite sounds. I loved how you’d hold it back until you had no choice but to let it free, like you’d try to be annoyed by me but then I’d somehow win.” Madelyn rolled her eyes. “I was mostly laughing at you, not because you said something funny.” “Didn’t matter, not when I got what I wanted. That laugh… all smoky and
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