Homemade

Her face, set into a polite lack of interest, might have discouraged a lesser man, but he wasn’t one to change his mind at such a late date – he’d loved her since the day in second grade when they’d been assigned to feed the class hamster together, and found it cold and stiff in its nest. Not that she’d said anything kind when he’d cried, second-graders don’t, but it was the kind of shared experience that bonded you, he thought. [...]

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