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“Yeah, but don’t tell your brother. I kind of like that he thinks I’m a drug dealing prostitute.”
She laughs, and I wrap an arm around her shoulders.
“I’m glad I met you, and whatever happened in your past, it’s in your past. If you want to share, I’ll listen. If not, I’ll let it go.”
She leans her head on me, and whispers, “Thanks.”
We sit like that for another minute or so before I stand and stick my hand out to her.
“Now, what do you say we head out and get this show on the road, huh? Tom Cruise isn’t going to be sexy without us there to watch him.”
She giggles and takes my hand, flying up to her feet at the force of my pull. “Sounds good.”
