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Her voice was violet blue. I closed my eyes. It was my favorite color to hear.
“What’s your favorite? Your favorite color to see?” I didn’t even think before I spoke the words. “Violet blue.”
“Cromwell?” I asked, and he turned my way. “What’s your favorite? Your favorite color to see?” “Violet blue,” he said in an instant. Violet blue. His favorite color to see . . . and also the sound of my voice. If my failing heart hadn’t let him in before, it did just then.
