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“I wish you were a girl.”
The soft moonlight curved against Kel’s face, as if it were made too. His facial expression, one of derailed contentment, only added to the painting.
Kel sat up near the edge of their picnic blanket, looking up at the dark sky. Wind rustled the trees nearby. A faint, strangely calming melody.
“Why?” Basil questioned, laying on his back. His voice sounded almost booming compared to the quiet chirps of the nighttime crickets.
“Cause,” Kel turned his head to look at the boy behind him. “Maybe then we could get married.” His slight smile was covered by his unruly hair, moved by the faint, cold wind.
Basil stayed silent for a moment. “I’d like that.” He finally responded.