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Love is love is love,” he sighed, “and nothing’s wrong with that.”

“Nothing?” he watched his sister sway her feet when she had asked the question.

“Nothing.”

He watched he turn to smile at him, seeing the weight that had been heavy on her shoulders lift.

“Then I’d like you to meet her,” that had been the first time in a long time my sister smiled without it being forced. It wasn’t fake as the corner of her eyes crinkled and her cheeks flushed at soft shade of pink. “You’ll like her.”