She twirled a piece of her long golden hair around her finger. “When I have a rough day, he knows exactly how to make me feel better. He brings me donuts and holds me on his lap while I tell him about it. He doesn’t try to fix it. He just listens.” She pauses a moment, a smile spreading across her face. “If we’re in the car and ‘Cruel Summer’ comes on the radio, he turns it up and scream-sings it with me. And when something big happens, no matter if it’s good or bad, he’s the first person I want to tell. What he thinks matters to me. If I’m considering something, whether it’s an opportunity or
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