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she responds with an easy smile and then continues focusing on whatever she’s writing, so I feel free to continue until I reach the snacks.
Bram is still standing in front of them, but now I realize why he's taking so long. He's grabbing each one and taking his time reading the labels. My gorgeous dyslexic boy.
"Hey, Bram," I say, trying to sound breezy and normal, then looking at the snacks like I want one too, "Do you like the selection?"
"There’s only unhealthy shit here," he murmurs in complaint, still frowning and trying to read, “And I get super hungry when I’m bored. I can’t just eat this shit all day, I’ll turn into the Whale. You know, from the movie.”