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Friendship can always change over time. Here, try this.” She places a small bronze coin in my hand and another in Jack’s. “Fold your hands around it, just for a second or two. Go on, Jack, you can show us now.”
With his brow wrinkled, he opens up his hand. In a split second, it has turned into a cerulean blue, bright as the sky we’ve been driving under together.
“What’s this do?” he asks, flipping it over. It’s the same blue on the back, with the emblem of an olive tree branch embossed on it.
She nods. “If you two have matching colors, it shows compatibility as friends—and as lovers.”
I peek down at my hand, opening my fingers just a crack. Enough for me to see… oh, hell no.
That’s robin’s-egg blue. Not cerulean blue, not… the exact color as Jack’s.
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