“I don’t have any friends that love me.” The way she says it—like it’s what matters most—breaks my fucking heart. “Luna Hale,” I reply. “Let me tell you the secret of the universe.” She rubs her eyes with her fist, but the tears just keep flowing. “The entire universe?” “The entire universe,” I affirm. “Your worth isn’t dictated by the number of friends you have. You can have zero friends and still be the most amazing, spectacular person in the whole galaxy. You want to know why?” “Why?” Her voice is meek, but the waterworks have ended. “Because the love friends give you isn’t even comparable
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