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Dillon
I managed to wait the whole night before I decided I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to see her, to apologize, explain, and beg for forgiveness.
“I’ll take all the daisies you have,” I told Mary, who was working the counter at Laurel’s flower shop.
She eyed me warily, as if trying to gauge my sincerity, then rang up the order and went to get the flowers.
Once I had two fists full of the white and yellow buds, I went up to Laurel’s door and knocked. Then I waited for what seemed like an eternity. My palms began to get clammy, and my heart began to race. I’d never been this nervous about anything before in my life.
That’s because nothing has been this important, I reminded myself.
I knocked again, then heard a loud bang and a muffled voice through the door.
I held my breat
