“Not that you need me, but I’m happy to do my part to get that win. This next thing is just for you, though.” Mel reaches into the pocket of her jacket. My heart, my entire fucking being, melts when she pulls out a tiny four-leaf clover. She twirls the stem between her thumb and forefinger, fluttering the four little leaves. Gives me a tiny smile, blue eyes twinkling up at me. Ten years. She hasn’t done this for me in ten years, and the surge of emotion inside me almost cripples me. I’m aching. This persistent, delicate ache that originates deep in my chest and radiates through the rest of me,
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