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Fireworks
“
Thank you,” I said, turning around a little so I could talk to him. “You’re a good friend.”
“I know,” he said, as he tightened his hold around me. I leaned back against his chest, resting against him.
“Beckett, I–,” I started to say, but he stopped me.
“Shh,” he said. “You don’t need to say anything. Just watch the fireworks.
”
― Just Watch the Fireworks
― Just Watch the Fireworks
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But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.
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― Where I'm Calling From: Selected Stories
― Where I'm Calling From: Selected Stories
