“I just think…I’d rather celebrate another day. Like a do-over? Maybe this time we won’t invite Mom. Maybe this time we could…” “We could what?” “We could invite the Bakers over or something? You know. Um. They don’t even need to know it’s my birthday. We could go sledding again—or to the movies. Drink cocoa. Like…” Nathan’s cheeks grew red and I stared at him, my heart thudding unsteadily. “Like what?” He was interrupted as the doorbell rang. The sound was loud enough it made both of us jump, and I turned my head to look, glaring at the intruder as the words that lay unspoken between us
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