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“Thank you.” I took a delicate sip. “I was hoping that someone would bring me something.” “I’ll bring you anything you want,” he said, and I tilted my head at him. “You ought not say such things to me,” I said gravely. “I might ask you for the moon, and what would you do then?” “Get it for you, of course.”
The Chosen and the Beautiful
by Nghi Vo
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