“I can see him juggling the words inside his head. Fumbling. I tried to juggle once, with three apples Id found in the pantry. But I just ended up bruising them all so badly my mother had to make apple bread. The whole time I was trying, I kept getting lost in the movements. I couldnt concentrate on all of them at once. I wish Cole would give me an apple. And then he looks at me, and theres that same sad, almost smile, like hes decided to pass me one, but he knows I cant juggle either. Like theres no reason for both of us to bruise things any more than needed. I hold out my hand. Let me help.” — Victoria Schwab
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