“AND HE WAS JUST SO AMAZING,” I said as I braided Gary’s hair. “Like so selfless and awesome and he smelled like leaves and I think his eyebrows should be declared a treasure of the Kingdom.” “Oh my gods,” Gary muttered. “This has been going on for forty-seven minutes.” “Did I tell you he knew my name?” “Sixteen times.” “Oh. He said it twice.” “Holy fuck on a stick.” “He is.” I sighed. “What happened to your priorities?” “I still have them,” I said, weaving a strand of crocus my mother had grown through the braid. They were purple and matched the dye I’d put in before I started braiding. “I
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