“How much longer?” I asked. Dusty laughed. “Like fifteen minutes. I thought you’d like this.” I liked being with him. “Aren’t you all about hard work and outcomes?” “I like to see the outcomes,” I said. “All I see are trees.” “Has anyone ever told you to enjoy the journey?” “No,” I answered honestly. “No one’s ever said that to me.” Dusty stopped walking and turned around. I stopped when I was only a step or two away from him. He looked down at me. “Well,” Dusty said, as he brushed my cheek with the back of his knuckles, “enjoy the journey.” I rolled my eyes, and Dusty grinned when they came
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