While Wit dunked his first bite in melted butter, I unlocked my phone and asked a passing busboy to take our picture. “Okay,” the kid said when he had the camera positioned. “Smile.” And I did smile—a smile so filled with happiness, happiness I hadn’t been sure I’d ever be able to feel again. But then out of the corner of my eye, I spotted butter dripping down Wit’s jawline, and I was overcome with the need to lean over and lick it off. The busboy would take a burst of photos, after all. It wasn’t like we would post this one. “Oh, hell yeah we will,” Wit said after we’d scrolled through all
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