Luna Morris"Why didn't you tell me that you know Clyde Nielsen?" Ever since Clyde left, Daisy couldn't stop asking about Clyde. I shook my head, letting her know I didn't want to discuss him.Not now, not later, and certainly not ever."Fine. Fine, I'll stop..." Daisy shut her mouth briefly and then, "Do you know who he is, though?""Daisy, I don't want to know," I said as I walked towards the fridge, taking a jug of cold water. Daisy was pouting as she threw herself onto the sofa. She's looking at you, annoyed."He called you butterfly." She said, mumbling, but it was enough for me to hear her. You poured the water into a glass and took a couple of sips."Drop it," I said, and she pouted again. Still holding my glass of water, I walked toward the sofa and sat beside her."I'm curious..." She whispered, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "He was my childhood friend, our friendship ended decades ago. Since then, I swore not to appear in front of him again.""Well... You should have
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