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Then there was Dylan. He never seemed to mind her smell. He’d walk her home after school, Bodey trotting at their heels, and hold her hand with a smile that made Lara feel like maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as disgusting as she thought.
One afternoon, as they sat in the park with Bodey chasing sticks, Dylan leaned in close and whispered, “You know, I love you. Smell and all.”
Lara’s heart swelled. Maybe she didn’t have to smell perfect to be loved. With Bodey by her side and Dylan’s quiet confidence, she realised she didn’t need to change for anyone—she was already enough.