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making dinner. I tell him I’ll be there soon, but I’m not sure I can

move right now. While his pace was a bit rougher than I expected,

I’m not bedbound because of the intensity of our sex.

I’m panicked and frozen by the thought of these pills and when I

could have missed that I was four days off in the first place. Maybe it

was recent, and it won’t mean anything.

Maybe I accidentally skipped over them before we had sex in the

shop, and it could mean everything.

Either way, I’m petrified to know what this means, but I have a

history of psyching myself out. For now, I recall the box of tests in

the bathroom I kept on hand in my last relationship, and I toss my

birth control to the side for now. I will take it later.

What are the chances of that happening, anyway?

EVERYONE I’VE EVER KNOWN

Leah

I had to run into town today, a rare occurrence.

Ryan said yesterday that the wedding was moved up, but I didn’t pay

attention to the new wedding date that much. I was focused on what

this means for the car, and how fast I’ll have to fix that damn pile of

rust now. I have to be cheap in my search for parts, and while I’ve

pretty much scrounged up as much as I could from the junkyard at

home to find things that still work, I am stuck going to the auto shop

today for something I couldn’t pick off another car.

Mike’s shop is a little place on the other end of the downtown strip,

and while he sells parts more than he puts parts into cars, he’s been

known to offer favors here and there. He always sent customers to

my dad when he worked on people’s everyday vehicles, but that was

before the classics and customs started taking priority.

It’s all I know, and so I carry the legacy as best as I can.

The door rings as I come inside the little storefront, the tiles are

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