Once Indigo and Rose had started wishing on aeroplanes by night, it seemed only logical to wish on them by day. Neither of them ever really gave it up, and all the summer, the year that he turned seventeen, every day it didn't rain, they lay on their backs on the lawn, leaving body-shaped depressions in the long grass and watched the aeroplanes leaving contrails like scars in the sky
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Oh my god. You have no idea how much I love this. Rose!! Rose, the perfect muse and advice-giver, so wise. And Indigo!! And the capital letters in Even Though She Asked You Which Was Very Brave!! This is so perfect. Thank you thank you thank you!
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