"What will you say that I was to you?" he asks her.
Her forehead creases with the effort of finding the right word, and when she's got it, she nods to herself, like it was so obvious. "I'll say," she finally says, "that you were my favourite."
"Your favourite what?"
"That's it," she says. "Just my favourite."
— Jan 19, 2018 11:43PM
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