“I preserved it,” she added, seeming to clarify the question I had been asking myself, wondering how it looked that … perfect. “That way, I could keep it forever.” Her mother called her name from the front porch, and she started to back away from me. “It was nice to meet you, Link.” She frowned. “I’m really sorry that your mom is sick.” “Wait,” I said, holding my hand up. “What about your good luck? Don’t you need this?” Giving me the smallest smile, she shrugged. “I think I might have just found mine.” And then she turned, her brown hair swishing on her shoulders as she ran up the stairs to
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