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night, Chloe slept beside me like she was seven again.
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I stared at the ceiling. “Part of it was.”
I turned toward her. “No. You’re not fake. My love for you isn’t fake. The pancakes we burned on Sundays weren’t fake.”
“The story your father told about how we got here.”
