[ Her breath hitches in her chest and she can feel all the right kinds of butterflies in her stomach. It’s almost as if time has frozen for that moment. Allison looks up at him with adoring brown eyes, her voice hardly above a whisper. ]
Thanks, Uncle Charlie.
[ She reaches for his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. ]
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Thanks, Uncle Charlie.
[ She reaches for his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. ]