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The loveliness of the fall evening settled around them, the smell of wood smoke and crisp leaves, a hint of cold in the air.
And then I want to be cremated and mixed in with soil and have a tree grow out of me.
Lauren Rose Carlisle was meant to be his wife. He would’ve walked a mile barefoot on broken glass just to get her a napkin.
The sadness shouldn’t cancel out what had been so bright and full and beautiful. Just because the cherry blossoms would fall didn’t mean you should mourn them on the tree.
“Lauren was . . . sparkly. You know? She sparkled.”
Josh and Lauren had never gone on a road trip of more than fifteen minutes without stopping for Dunkin’. Every time they went to the Cape, or Mass General, the airport, to Jamestown or Westerly, they’d hit Dunks and get their fix.
What had Lauren had in mind? He would never know.
SHE'S TALKING AB A DATEEEE AHAHAHAHAAAAJDHDJDHDBSN
When she left a while later, taking all the cookies at his insistence, he went into his bedroom, looked at the dogwood tree, which was obscenely healthy, and had a good cry.
saying the sound hurt his brain.
She had very long eyelashes, and they looked real. Her nose had an appealing bump at the bridge,
