“Peeps? Like the marshmallow ducks?” I frowned, and he smirked slightly with a quick bob of his head. “When I was younger, like seven and eight, my mama used to bring ’em to me because she knew I loved ’em. This was way back when you could only get them muthafuckas during Easter. So getting ’em outside of that holiday was like a treasure for real.” He reminisced. “And every time I would see her pull a box out of the bag, every bad thought, problem, or worry I had would vanish for the moment. You give me that same feeling.” The corners of his mouth lifted subtly into the faintest smile. “Matter
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