We listen in the dark, somewhat lying next to each other—her on the bed and me on the floor—when the final song begins to play. I recognize it instantly. It’s hard not to when I just heard it today. It’s the same song we listened to in my truck. Hallie rolls over, lying on her stomach so she can look down at me. “This was a last-minute addition,” she admits quietly. “And what happened that was so important when you heard it?” I already know the answer, but I want to hear her say it. She smiles down at me softly. “It was the first time I realized that you may feel the same way about me as
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