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Of beautiful Lara Jean
I touch my hand to my lips Beautiful Lara Jean! I can’t even believe it "This isanyone has ever done for ht now I’ at his desk at ho aith a pen and paper, endears hiives me shivers Currents of electricity from my scalp down to my toes
"Really? You like it?"
"I love it!" I throw ht I will put this valentine in my hatbox, and when I’m old like Stormy, I will take it out and look at it and re Peter Kavinsky wrote ht you It’s not even the best one" He peels away from me and pulls a little velvet jewelry box out of his backpack I gasp Pleased, he says, "Hurry up and open it already"
"Is it a pin?"
"It’s better"
My hands fly to my mouth It’s my necklace, the heart locket from his mom’s antique store, the very same necklace I admired for so many months At Christht it was gone fro the diamond chip in the middle
"Here, let me put it on for you"
I lift my hair up, and Peter comes around and fastens the necklace around my neck "Can I even accept this?" I wonder aloud "It was really expensive, Peter! Like, really really expensive"
He laughs "I kno n over a bunch of weekends to driving the van around picking up furniture for the store, but you know, no biggie It’s whatever, as long as you’re into it"
I touch the necklace "I am! I’m so, so into it" Surreptitiously I look around the cafeteria It’s a petty thought, a sht, but I wish Genevieve were here to see this
"Wait, where’s my valentine?" Peter asksI didn’t listen to Kitty and let o a little overboard this first Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend With Peter Oh, well At least there are the cherry turnovers still warive them all to hi at myself in this necklace At school, I wear it over ht I show it to Daddy, to Kitty, to Margot over video chat As a joke I show it off to Jamie Fox-Pickle Everyone’s impressed I don’t take it off, ever: I wear it in the shower; I wear it to sleep
It’s like in Little House in the Big Woods, when Laura got a rag doll for Christmas It had black button eyes, and berry-stained lips and cheeks Red flannel stockings and a pink-and-blue calico dress Laura couldn’t take her eyes off of it She held that doll tight and forgot the rest of the world Her irls hold it