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‘It does?’

‘Yes’ I gaze up at hiht seee of architecture, but I know he relishes in e?’ I pull him to a halt before he can take us across another road

My lovely, obsessiveabout fast food’

‘Hot dogs’

‘That’s right,’ he confir’

‘I do,’ I confirm, hysterical on the inside Every day we have been in New York, we’ve each set a challenge for the other to fulfil Miller’s challenges fora lecture on a local building to bathing without touching him, even if he touched me That was torturous and I failed miserably Not that he was es for him have been a little bit childish but perfectly appropriate for Miller, like sitting on the grass in Central Park, eating in a restaurant without precisely aligning his wineglass, and now eating a hotdog My challenges are all very easysupposedly He fought through solass The score? Eight to Olivia, seven to Miller

‘As you wish,’ he huffs, atte me across the road, but I stand firm and wait for hito rubby little corner stands, aren’t you?’

I nod, knowing he’s seen the grubby little corner stand only a few paces away ‘Here’s one’

‘How convenient,’ hecart

‘Two hot dogs, please,’ I say to the vendor as Miller twitches unco, sweetheart Onions? Ketchup? Mustard?’

Miller steps forward ‘None’

‘All!’ I interrupt, pushing hiasp of annoyance ‘Lots of it, too’