“It’ll be fun. We’re can spend most of the day at the park, and then we’ll be so exhausted we’ll pass out before it even sinks in that we’re sleeping in a tent. Oh, but before that we can make s’mores!” “Chocolate allergy,” I reminded her, and she groaned even as the words left my lips. “How do you live?” “Like Voldemort. A half-life. A cursed life.”
