Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
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I’m pretty sure a cow just flew past my window.”
There’s a resounding chill dwelling inside my bones as I watch the storm die out through the pane of glass, replaced by an eerie sky, painted dark and green.
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How’s your finger?”
“Still attached.”
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Parker—
I have my starting points.
Now, I have my turning point.
I think you saved my life that night.
—Melody
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and her eyes even sort of twinkle as I study her from one seat over.
Wait… twinkle?
No. Fuck, no.
I don’t notice shit like eye twinkles. I don’t even fucking remember my own eye color half the time.