Prologue

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"You're my friend now!"

Her neighbor, a boy, stood in front of her, also five years old. It was the same boy she watched throw the dandelion in the air, which flew toward her. His messy brown hair rippled in the breeze, happiness radiating from his hazel eyes. In her hands was the dandelion she had caught out of surprise, glowing golden yellow in the sunlight.

"Dandelion's don't grant wishes."

She clasped her hands over her mouth when the words left her lips, knowing that other kids her age would cry if they heard it.

"I-I'm sor-" she started.

"Dandelions can do anything, silly." He smiled wider. "They not only grant wishes; they make cool stuff happen!"

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