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“I had to go so I realized what I was ”
“I guess I deserve that”
“Deserve what?”
“A shitty goodbye”
“Oh, Tank” She wilts like a floithout water No tears, just a long, sad sigh
“Thanks for not ure it out”
“H, can I see the cake?”
“I should warn you”
“About the cake?”
“Prudy got the order wrong”
“Then it’ll be just like home”
“Even Boston cream?”
“Even”
I pick up the cake and open it on the table We dig in with our hands, uncaring of silverware or plates Bea turns to me and dabs a tiny bit of chocolate and cream on my cheek
“Minx,” I tease her, pulling her in close