“I want to marry you, Violet. I want to grow old with you by my side. I want miniature versions of you running around with pigtails and little versions of me—” “Running around in leather jackets?” He snorted on a laugh. “I was going to say barefoot in the grass, fishing poles in hand, and the two of us following them, a dog yapping at our heels.” “I can offer you a stinky cat.” His shoulders shook with laughter. “You’re as bad as X, ruining the mood with jokes.” I got off the bike and stood beside him so I could see his face. “Are X and Whip in this vision too?” He nodded. “Whip is helping the
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