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What are the stars telling you?” I asked.Max pushed up on his elbows and pretended to strain his ear toward the sky. “They say…They say…you’re allowed to forgive yourself.”I rolled sideways…and he did the same.”For what?” I asked.”Living.””I’m not very good at that,” I admitted.”Well, you kissed someone without flinching. Maybe you’re getting better.””Maybe it’s just you.”He didn’t argue.
