Crossing my arms, we mirror each other, both of us staring out at the field. “She named those the Max and Miller cookies. M&M.” “Hmm.” “What?” “Didn’t say anything.” “You hummed.” “A man’s allowed to hum.” “That was a suspicious hum.” “It was a normal hum. You’re just being paranoid and want to find ways to keep talking about my daughter.”
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