Donkey-Donkey

She picked up a book and brought it over to me, warning that there was a page in there she didn't like. I turned the pages slowly. "I know this one." I remembered that this was the same book that had a certain page I hadn't liked much either when I was her age. Her mother promised us we could skip that page.

"Your nostalgia is her present," Jim said. And I nearly died from the thought.

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