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Trouble was, Val was like one of those flowers you’d sometimes see in the city. The ones that can grow between cracks in the concrete or through a brick wall—burrowing under your skin and setting down roots before you even realized it had happened. But the alternative was impossible.
I would ruin my whole life for her and beg to do it again.
“There is nothing more important than love, mija. Remember that.”
*remember that.
