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“I fucking love this time of year because everyone gets so fucking weird.”
Mom always said fresh air and mountains can fix anything. I came to see if she was right.”
“We should pick out our pumpkins before the good ones are gone,” I say, shoving my phone in my back pocket. He turns to me. “I’ve already picked my pumpkin.”
“Wrong time,” she tells me. “Had I met you then, I wouldn’t have given you a chance.” “So, you’re saying I have a chance?”
“I have one of the best views in Manhattan,” he says, but he’s focused on me.
