He reaches over to seize my hand within his and sighs in resignation. “They stay together for the summer, and when she leaves just before the first snowfall, he decides to follow her south. But there’s no way he can survive the flight across the ocean. Finally, he has no choice but to say goodbye and go home.” “Why doesn’t she go back with him?” “Because she’s a goose. She can’t survive the winter,” he admits reluctantly. My chest tightens. “That story doesn’t sound so silly after all.” In fact, it sounds a hell of a lot like us. Maybe not the falling-in-love part, but certainly the rest of
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