The good sun warmed my arm as I stood near a window, watching the ever-migrating clouds. Not an unusual thing, that. But the warmth felt just like Desiree wrapping her arm around mine, as she often does at random times throughout the day. Naturally, I sought out Desiree after I left the window and kissed her cheek when I found her. She didn’t know, but it was not just me; it was also the sun.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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