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Thomas reached through the fence, stealthily plucked and tasted the red, ripe raspberries, and heard weeping from beyond the vines.
Small and vulnerable, sitting on the tear-stained garden bench, Sabine looked not at all like the most sparkling girl in grade eight. Concerned, Thomas entered her backyard through the gate.
“What’s wrong, Sabbie?”
She looked up. “Everything.”
“The divorce?”
She nodded.
“I felt the same way.”
Thomas sat beside her and tentatively put his arm around his classmate’s shoulder. Sabine leaned into his awkward embrace and their lips met, soft and salty-sweet – his stolen raspberries mingling with her dusky teardrops.
Small and vulnerable, sitting on the tear-stained garden bench, Sabine looked not at all like the most sparkling girl in grade eight. Concerned, Thomas entered her backyard through the gate.
“What’s wrong, Sabbie?”
She looked up. “Everything.”
“The divorce?”
She nodded.
“I felt the same way.”
Thomas sat beside her and tentatively put his arm around his classmate’s shoulder. Sabine leaned into his awkward embrace and their lips met, soft and salty-sweet – his stolen raspberries mingling with her dusky teardrops.
