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Palm Reading

He traces tiny little circles on the lines of my palm, looking all so serious.

“Can you really read palms?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says.

“What’s my future then?”

And I swear, his eyes light up like a thousand fireflies, and a smile crosses his lips for the first time.


//excerpt from a book i’ll never write #8

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