I’m about to make another retort when a large yellow stuffed bear comes into view. I can feel my eyes widen, the memory of my first heartbreak falling off my shoulders as a small squeal escapes me. Grayson looks around us before following my line of sight, directly to the large Winnie the Pooh bear. I don’t care if it’s childish, I still find that bear the most adorable character ever. “You want it?” “Want it? I need it. Look at how cute he is, Grayson! He’s eating a little jar of honey!” A low grumbling laughter vibrates through his chest. “Never thought I’d see a grown woman get excited over
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