Wood Becomes Summer

Darn you, Mumu! You still dare steal my popsicle? Just you wait, I’ll get you for this. When I saw Mumu, who’d always loved picking on me, fighting someone else that day because of me, my tears dripped down like melting ice pops. Just when I thought I could be cherished for the rest of my life, Mumu was leaving. Should I do what I did when I was little and ask him to stay? Could our popsicle promise be a sign of the love between us?

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