“I guess we can drive separate so you don’t have to run me anywhere later,” Gabriel says, like he wants to take my state of euphoria and stamp it down to healthy levels. “You might as well stay here again tonight, so it’d be best to leave your car here.” “I don’t know what I’m doing tonight.” I take his head in my hands and direct it to the window where Lucy Fur is sitting in her little window perch pawing at the window. “Look into her eyes and tell your child you’re not coming home tonight. You tell her you’re going out for milk, and five years from now she’ll wonder if you ever found that
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