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The question her mother posed was an easy one to answer. "He's handsome," she gushed, a dreamy light entering her warm amber eyes. "I like the way he talks. Dad called him a hippie. Is that how hippies talk?" But before Fox could answer, Wildfire continued. "He's really nice too. He called me a hot hawk and a doll." The young girl almost swooned.

"And when I'm around him," she went on after a short pause, "it feels like there's a bunch of butterflies in my stomach. He makes me nervous but happy at the same time. That's what love feels like, right?" She wasn't sure she was using the right word, though she knew a lot about romance just from watching her parents sap on one another all the time.