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“I don’t know how you’re going to react,” he said to me.
I was sitting on the edge of his bed, watching as he disappeared into the closet. The sinking sun was casting fiery oranges over the floral comforter where I was sitting. My flight to Arizona landed two hours ago, and I was exhausted, but waiting anxiously for the birthday surprise he had made me.
“I went with my gut, and I made it anyway,” he said, stepping out of the closet.
He was holding a string of red yarn as tall as he was, with batches of paper attached all the way down it in arrays of bright colors and patterns.
“What is it?” I asked.
He brought it closer to me before laying it down on the bed.
“It’s origami,” he said. “Look, they’re all different animals.”
I watched his hands as he went to each different…
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