I still remember the night I found out Belle had died. What Belle and I had shared hadn’t been a love affair, exactly—we were both too young and inexperienced for that. Things had never really gotten off the ground.
“You must just kiss me,” Belle would always say. “No warning. Just grab.”
“I’m asking first.”
She made a face. ”Oh please don’t. That ruins …
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