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Every damn time, I caught it.
In their place were stuffed animals—dozens and dozens of them. Pink pigs, purple horses, giant pandas and little dolphins. Plushies of every shape, size, and category crowded the small space like a kid’s estate sale gone wild, and a one-eyed doll that may or may not have been haunted sat on the shelf opposite the bed.
But I swore I saw a shadow of a smile linger on his mouth for the rest of our ride home.
“And I like to have part of her with me. Always.”
“In case you had any doubt, you’re mine, and I’m yours. I don’t care who knows.

