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an arm around my waist. “Did you ever think one burned dress would lead to all of this?”
I looked at the skyline, then down at the bronze star in my hand, its weight familiar and steady.
“The fire only burned what was never meant to last,” I said. “Everything real stayed.”
And in the quiet that followed, I felt it.
Not a fairy tale.
Not a perfect ending.continue reading …
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