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His face instantly brightened "On average, howlots?"

I looked up at the gray sky, pretending to think "Three Today’s a slow day"

His s a rock toward me "You know, Addie, you aren’t at all what I expected"

"Hht smile, so I was pretty sure he’d meant it kindly, but I wasn’t positive

" ‘Hed my shoulders "That was one of those compliments that could easily be an insult Like ‘Did you do so it looked like crap before" Rowan’stoo much I steered us back on course "If you don’t , what did you expect?"

His die I can see why Ian talks about you so much"

Surprise flooded uys didn’t talk about a lot of personal stuff"

"Just the is," Rowan said "He told me you two are very close Which is why I’uys are, uh" He flourished his hand

"Fighting all the ti," he adain "Anyway, I’ to show you" He reached through theinto the back seat and pulled out the guidebook "While you were in there, I checked the sites against Ian’s map, and a lot of them are pretty close to each other A few of theuess what? One of thele Peninsula, which is where we’re headed next!"

He handedopen to an entry htly

"What about Ian?" I said, glancing back toward the store "I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but every ti"

"Really? I hadn’t noticed" He grinned a cute, lopsided smile that transplanted onto uidebook on my own It’s just that it feels a little" He twisted his etherMaybe it’s dumb"

"It’s not dumb," I said quickly My flower cere experience I’d hoped for, but I did like the thought of having some dedicated ti hi to leave hi

I pitched my tone to sound more enthusiastic "Iplaces Best case, I leave Ireland with an unbroken heart" Yeah, right I didn’t believe it for a second

His face split into a huge s your shoe I’ll work on finding Ian I’m sure I can talk hi lot at a happy sprint, and I turned to watch hied to find the only person in the world as le Peninsula

If Ireland were a cake, and you the nervous recipient of so out of ary, chewy Dingle

It’s a coredients--crushed velvet hills, roads disappearing into ether on winding roads--all blended and whipped together into a ladyfinger-shaped peninsula that you’re going to want to dunk into a cold glass of , dove: What does this idyllic bit of perfection possibly have to do with the pathetic state ofon nicely?