‘I’m going to look at the dandelions,’ I said. ‘There’s loads of them.’
‘I’ll come,’ she said.
‘Come on. Hurry up, then. It’s happy hour.’
It was the end of the day and suddenly still and sunny. The star was taking a curtain call.
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