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Bailey snort laughs “Good one”

“I actually like hot dogs,” I say in a more serious tone “But roasted over an open fire That’s the best”

She gives s over an open fire?”

“Believe it or not, Miss Robbins,” I reply drolly “I’, and I kno to cook food over a flame”

“Wow,” shetoward her mouth “Color me impressed”

We eat in silence as we make our way tohere we’d left the car When I’ up the paper wrapper to toss in the next street can we coh to suffice for an actual dinner, right?”

“I figured asShe nabs my wrapper froarbage can we stroll by After, she takes h et used to as well

Touch

I never thoughtexactly how her skin feels against ood

“Where to next?” she asks

“A ood dinner somewhere”

Her laugh drowns out the Old Town sounds around s of people Places me in a vacuum that doesn’t feel isolated at all On the contrary, it’s just her andof completeness

My head spins with the realization that this thing I have going with Bailey is way more than just some step we’ve taken to spendinto ht was dead

I’m not ashamed to admit—only to myself, of course—that it freaks me the fuck out

It also excites me and makes me have a sense of… is that hope? For a different future? A better life?

I have no clue what the fuck any of this hten o with it