It’s a ridiculous idea, delusional really, but I feel myself waver. “I mean, okay, it is, but … Just. Don’t make a big deal out of it, okay?” And then I kind of throw the jar at him. He catches it easily with one hand and turns it over, studies it. He doesn’t seem to understand what it is at first until he sees the words written on the cranes. I’m too nervous to look at his face as he goes through some of the wishes, afraid to see the possible scorn in his expression, or boredom, or worse: nothing at all. He probably gets gifts like this all the time at fan meetings. It probably doesn’t even
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