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“You know, Mimosa,” Nadia says, the name beautiful in her mouth as it’s never been in anyone else’s, “I think we’ll manage,” and then she kisses her like she means it; like solid proof; like, finally, coming home.”
― Kady Morrison, Juniper Lane

“I’m sorry, Nadia,” Mim says, and she doesn’t know why, exactly, but they’re both gasping with laughter now, clutching their stomachs.
“I’m sorry, Mim,” Nadia says, all but howling.
“I’m sorry, Nadia!”
“I’m sorry, Mim!”
“You kids are really fucking weird,” Ruth yells from the living room, where she retreated with her own plate of leftover meatloaf some minutes before.
“We’re sorry!”
― Kady Morrison, Juniper Lane