Sometimes, I like to pick the brightest star and wish upon it. Pop always said to wish on falling stars, but I've never seen any.”	“Me, neither.” He paused and finally let himself look at her. “What do you wish for?”	Her cheeks turned a soft pink and she smiled. “If I told you,” she whispered, “it wouldn't come true.
Willowy Whisper, The Letter
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