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Sunburned noses.

Big smiles.

Girls who believed the hardest part of life was ending summer camp.

Emily smiled in almost every photograph.

She smiled with her whole face.

I wondered if she knew how much courage she carried.

Mace walked in carrying two plates.

He sat one in front of me.

"I already ate."

"No."

"I was going to."

"No."

"I've been busy."

"I noticed."

I looked at the sandwich.

Then at him.

"You don't give up."

"You haven't eaten since yesterday."

"You've been keeping track?"

"I notice things."

"So do I."

"I know."

He sat across from me instead of walking away.

He didn't watch me.

He opened his own sandwich.

I smiled.

"What?"

"You've figured me out."

"No."

"You know if you order me to eat..."