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be happy for once.
For once. As though Dalton had ever been denied a single thing in his life.
What about me? I asked.
The silence stretched long enough that I could hear a play-by-play announcer in the background. Then, gently, which made it worse: you’ll be fine, Sierra. You always are.
He hung up.
I sat on my kitchen floor for a long time afterward without continue reading …
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