And I may not know what Amaya’s first words were or how old she was when she realized she wanted to dance, but I know she licks her lips when she’s nervous and that she mouths silent songs when she’s all alone. I know she loves control and hates being told what to do, and she’ll stuff down emotion until she’s vibrating from holding it in. I know her favorite color is emerald green, she hates dressing up, and she’s so beautiful even an angel can’t compare. So I knew she’d follow me into the kitchen, because I know Amaya Paquette, maybe better than she knows herself.
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