“But you are a cad and I am a lady,” I breathed. “We are as unlikely as a fish and a dandelion finding truest love.” “Well this fish would grow legs and crawl from the water to sit with you, dandelion.” My throat bobbed and my fingers stilled in the dough. “And what if the wind blows and my seeds take flight?” I murmured. “Then I would grow wings and follow you to the moon,” he replied.
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