I laughed.
“The second?”
“Dead potato.”
I nearly fell apart again.
He handed me the third one.
It still barely looked like a bird.
It was perfect.
After the ceremony, people kept stopping Danny.
Not me.
Danny.
Ellie’s brother from Parsons asked him how he burned the letters into the wood.
Marcus’s sister wanted to see the hinges.
Our principal shook his hand.
Danny answered every question with complete seriousness.
At one point, a girl from my chemistry class said, “Your gift was the best one.”
Danny frowned.
“No.”
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She looked confused.
“No?”
He pointed toward the stage.
