“At least you have a sister,” he said quietly. Peter stopped wading, sobering. “I’m sorry, Will.” His head dipped to his chest a little. “It’s all right. It’s been two years now. I should just get over it.” Peter sloshed out of the pond, grabbed his discarded shirt, and put it on. “Well, if it’ll make you feel any better—if you’re ever in need of a sister, you’re welcome to mine.” William laughed as he re-dressed too, his somber mood suddenly vanished. “That makes it sound like you’re giving her to me.” Peter shrugged, but his eyes sparkled. “If you want her.” Shaking his hair, William said,
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