Her eyes pop open. “I haven’t even had a bite of my baked potato, and you’re already requesting a second date?” My answer is quick. Succinct. “Yes.” She squints at me and hums, like she’s weighing the pros and cons. “What do you have to lose?” She spears a piece of asparagus. “You’ve already claimed that in some alternate universe, we have kids, so I guess I have that to lose.” There’s a sadness in the downturn of her lips that I don’t quite understand, but I don’t stop to ponder it. “No, angel, they’ll exist in this one. I assure you. I’d never talk about an alternate universe when it comes
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