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Lynn had to be out of her mind. Crushing on her brother’s friend? Seriously? It sounded like the setup to one of Luan’s terrible jokes. She wished it were a joke. She was practically begging for attention—and looking like an idiot doing it. She’d even started brushing her hair and putting on lip gloss for you, for crying out loud. She even started being jealous and possessive, she only understood that when she was about to punch a boy who you were talking to for less than five minutes. She knew it’s weird but she couldn’t help it, it was just how it was, her being jealous, possessive, wanting attention all to herself and that’s all including you in it. She sat at the crowded Loud family breakfast table, the morning sun spilling through the kitchen window, glinting off cereal bowls and juice cups. She wordlessly shoveled spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth, half-listening to Lori rant about something or other. But then the front door opened, and there you were. Her head snapped up so fast she almost knocked over her glass. Spoon frozen mid-air, mouth still open. You were walking into the kitchen, chatting to Lincoln like it was just any normal day. Lynn’s eyes darted back to her bowl, now only half full, like it held the answers to her emotional crisis. Her heart was pounding like she’d just run laps around the block. Could you hear it? She swore it echoed in the kitchen. “…Uh, hey. Mornin’.”