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I shakeBeauty is in the chaos—in those little imperfect moments where we just are”

She purses her lips, fighting laughter, but after a moment, she can’t hold it back anymore “You sound like an infomercial or maybe like a poet You really break the stereotype for jocks, and I kind of dig it” She winks at me

I chuckle “You dig it, huh?” I slasses in front of us I’ to drink

“Yeah, I do Even if you are a pretty big dork at the end of the day” She shrugs, taking a sip of her water

“A dork? What makes you say that?”

She gives me a look that says I’ve clearly lost my mind “You read The Great Gatsby for fun the other day and before that you were reading Hamlet You’re a dork”

“Well, you’ve got ree

She s her srow tired of it

Our food is brought out and we grow quiet, too hungry to talk I stuffto breathe Apparently, sleeping in the vet’s office makes you ravenous

We finish eating, pay for our et everything we need

I push the cart and Thea strolls along beside me “What about this?” She picks up some sort of purple rope toy

“Put it in the cart”

She looks at ers “You’ve said that about the last five toys I’ve asked you about”

I shrug “I don’t knohat Prue will like so we have to get a bit of everything”

“All right” She drops the rope in the cart It joins the pile of balls, a squeaky bone, so, and a Chewbacca chew toy She picks up a few more random toys and adds them in before we start down the aisle with leashes and collars