“You know,” he says, “I just figured it out.” “What?” “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” I furrow my brow. “Why.” “Neither is made of cheese.” I blink a few times. “Well, now you’re just being silly.” “But I made you smile.” His voice softens. “You’ve got a nice smile, you know.” I touch my lips, surprised. I hadn’t realized I was smiling.
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