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“I’ve got a few ideas,” he said

“Tom, listen…” I lowered my voice It was a still, crisp, late-September day The kind of day when voices carried I looked over toward the McGhees’ house and saw a second-floor curtain swiftly fall into place

“H in the backseat, looking for so

“What happened last night… Nothing like that can ever happen again”

“You’re right I’m sorry I lost it”

I nodded “Yeah”

“I’m just stressed out”

“You really scared me”

“I know I’m sorry”

“I don’t want to feel like that again I don’t want us to be that kind of couple”

“I know Me either” He stopped looking through the bag and gave

“Let’s have fun on this trip,” I said “Let’s really make the most of it”

“We will,” he said