“So, Matt…” I hear my mother say behind me as Matt grabs our luggage from the trunk. “Where are you from?” “Dear lord in heaven,” I mutter under my breath. “Mom,” I yell. “My mother is Samoan.” He nods politely, wearing an unforced smile, then catches up to my side. “Friendly reminder, you once asked me why I was so tan,” he whispers. “I was drunk and didn’t remember you being so tan the first time we met.” Matt snickers. “What?” I ask snidely. “Nothing, just—you also asked my name and introduced yourself to me.” “Why’s that funny?” “Because I only went to that party to see you.” I stop. Liz’s
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