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the way it always does with these small
acts of affection.
“I’ll miss you too,” I place my
hands on her cheeks, smiling into those
eyes that match her fathers. She turns on
her heel, and I watch her retreating
figure. She doesn’t notice her father enter
as she rushes out of the kitchen.
Co walks over to where I stand
looking out of the window and wraps an
arm around my waist, pulling me closer
