That was the summer of almosts . Almost kisses under the fireworks. Almost confessions during midnight swims. Almost staying—before Leo’s train ticket east had burned a hole in his pocket.
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“You could come with me,” he’d said, a dare and a dream tangled in his voice. That was the summer of almosts
“No,” Leo agreed. “It only pointed home.” ” he’d said