“Lilly?” Micheal asked through the dark as they swung on the little swing set in the park.
“Yes?”
“Do you remember the first time we met?”
Lily slowed down her swinging to answer. “I was 8, you were 10. Boys in your class were messing with me because of my Dad being in prision. You told them to leave me alone and then offered my a dandelion.”
“Do you remember what you said afterwards.”
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