When she hands it back, I’m confused. I peek over at her. “This is where you want to go?” She bobs her head up and down. “Yes.” “For lunch?” “And dinner. Breakfast too,” she adds, then she sighs. “I was even thinking Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. And New Year’s, of course. Maybe a little repeat of this last one.” She bumps her shoulder against me then tries to walk ahead, but I don’t let her. I grab her hand, pulling her to a stop, and she spins toward me, a grin etched across her face. “Yes?” She says it so innocently I almost believe her. “Auden…” I roll my tongue over my
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