“How did you know?” My voice is quieter than I mean it to be. “About the wish list.” He studies me for a beat, then shrugs, like the answer is obvious. “They’re not hard to find, for people who want to see them.” His voice is even, casual, but something about the way he says it makes my chest constrict. His gaze lingers on me, steady and unreadable. “Most people don’t pay attention. Not really. They hear what they want, see what’s convenient. But if you know where to look, what to listen for…” He trails off, his meaning clear. I swallow. “And you do?” His lips twitch. “For the things that
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