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I tend to like animals more than people.
A wind chime rings mournfully in the distance. Birds stop flying midair and fall to their deaths.
Bending from somewhere up near the International Space Station, Dave drifts down to plant a kiss on the top of my head.
you’re the blueprint for Perfect.”
“But at the end of the day,” she says, and puts her hand outside the open window, letting the wind pass through her fingers, “being myself is enough. I’m enough.”
