Mik smiles, and it’s such a mix of glad and shy and sweet and eager and even a little bit of what I could swear is amazed—like he’s amazed by his good fortune that I am climbing over a wall to him—that it triggers a kindred smile in me. My face responds without authorization from my brain, so the resulting smile feels like the biggest, most unguarded, goofiest smile I’ve ever unleashed in my entire life. I didn’t even know my face could do this. It’s like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be what feelings are. This is why people write poems! I get it now. I get it, and I
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