“Have you ever met someone who feels like they are a missing piece of you?” I ask. “A piece you didn’t even know you were missing until they stumbled into your life?” “No, not really. You think that girl is yours?” “I’ve known her for a week.” “That’s not what I asked.” “I know. But it doesn’t really matter. She’ll be leaving soon, anyway.” I grab the door handle. “I’m coming back to work as soon as she does.” “Maybe she won’t want to leave.” “Yeah, sure,” I say and exit the car.
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