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For the ones like me and Poppy—who can’t escape the storm inside your head. Who apologize for simply existing. Who carry the weight of feeling like you’re too much and never enough at the same time. Who think love might never come because you feel broken. Let me tell you a secret: You are enough. You are not broken. And you’re worthy of a love that stays—even on the loudest days.
“I wish my daddy was good at puzzles to do them with me. He prefers murder.”
HUH
“Blair,” Lily calls into the kitchen. “Poppy is here and ready to talk about the hot baseball coach!” Blair bursts through the double doors. They swing and slam against the wall before she hops on the counter, ready to hear whatever I have to say. Her dramatic entrances never fail to amuse me.
ding dong
