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“I get really married from tequila.” Kennedy holds out her hand for me to give her a high five. I connect my hand with hers. “Hell yeah, you do.”
“Hey, Isaiah?” “Yeah?” “I live, laugh, love you too.”
She didn’t get the job. In what fucking world did she not get the job? It’s the only question I’ve been able to ask myself over the last twenty-four hours. I mean, did they not meet her? Notice how fucking smart that brain of hers is? Realize what an overachiever she is? How hard she works?
I get to tell him I love him in here.
“Like you said, I don’t care what my name used to be. I only care what it is now.”

