On sunny days like today, lying together on a red plaid blanket in a meadow pocketed with daisies and clover, they found it very easy to believe in fairies. But of course, that was a little girls’ dream—something pink and sweet and smelling of strawberry blood.
Read More“What did you wish for when you were a kid? Like, when you threw a coin into a fountain?” I ask him, his face half-smiling as he stirs his chocolate milkshake in the plastic-lined diner.
Read MoreMilan couldn’t help but scowl. He’d studied James’ photo, his matches—the many he’d won, the few he’d lost years prior—but hadn’t prepared for him to look just as smug, just as vainglorious in person.
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