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He laughs until her ears ring.

He calls her words like pensive and pedantic but never pretty.

He reserves that word for little girls waving bye in purple tutus and pink tiaras.

He reserves that word for yellow wasps emerging.

She wonders what it is like to be a wonder in his world.

She wonders if he would choke out her pretty one day.

Until then, she presses her lips more tightly and hopes for spring.