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“Why are you guys so cheerful? What kind of drugs do you take, and do they show up in drug tests?”
“You should be prepared,” Owen eventually says, glancing over to grin at me. “For what?” “You’re gonna marry that girl.”
“Like hell I can’t,” I growl. And then I give him another firm shove, forcibly moving him out of my way. “That’s my wife out there.”
Wow. Apparently you can’t have philosophical conversations with butterflies in front of children anymore. People are so close-minded.
