Ella’s Poem

Molly Bloom is a poor substitute for the real thing.

Just on my phone in the dark, by Ella—

I feel a weight on my forearm. A fuzzy weight.

I hold my phone up to see Peach has laid her head on my arm and is staring up at me in love.


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