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“Yup!” She grins. “When I grow up, I’m going to marry you.”
“Promise you’ll marry me.” She holds out her pinkie.
I curl mine around hers. “I promise.”
“An arrow.” “Why an arrow?”
I want to kiss it, not to make it better, but because I love it. So I do just that. I lean over and press my lips to the corner of his mouth.
The boy I loved since I was seven.
Bad things happen for a reason.
Next up, I’m going to put a fucking baby in her.