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“We can.”
I repaired the backing and held the frame where Dylan had pointed.
“How about this?”
They stepped back together.
“Good,” Caleb said.
“Good,” Dylan repeated.
I fixed it in place and came down from the stool.
Caleb brought a drawing from the counter: three crooked houses and a yellow sun.