Daniel eyes me and shrugs, digging into his Lucky Charms. “You look fine. Real fancy.” I look wrinkled and wrecked, but fuck, his compliment makes my chest expand. If I lived with them, I think I’d have a head the size of a watermelon. “Would you really like me to drop you off at school?” I ask, popping a Lucky Charm into my mouth, the marshmallow melting on my tongue. “Yep. I would. I just said that. Do you need hearing aids? How old are you?” “Thirty-six,” I say, and Daniel shovels more food into his mouth. “Oh, I thought you were sixty.” So maybe my head wouldn’t be as big as a watermelon.
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