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“They used to stay up late, talking into the night while the house was asleep, and maybe they would even whisper I love you, not really knowing what it was they were saying, only that they were saying it to each other”
― Maylis de Kerangal, The Heart

“Do you really mean that?’ I shook my head, attempting a smile. ‘I think you're pretty great,’ I said, my voice breaking. Sam's arm encircled my shoulders, and he squeezed tight. He smelled like fabric softener and damp soil and rain. ‘Swear on it?’ he said, his words muffled by hair. I felt for his bracelet blindly and tugged. ‘I think you're pretty great, too,’ he whispered. ‘You have no idea how much.”
― Carley Fortune, Every Summer After