One day Ivan’s heart just happened to flop out and onto the floor.
Blush flooded his face and he smiled bashfully. “I’m sorry,” he said to me, “It does that sometimes.”
I found myself nodding as he struggled to push it back through the heart-shaped gape in his chest, a questioning smile ghosting across my lips.
I wondered why I could never make his heart do that…
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