I walk around the island and pull Brian into a hug. He stiffens at first, clearly not expecting it, and that makes me hug him tighter. “Uh,” Brian pats my back. “What’s this?” “It’s a hug.” “Yeah, okay. Are you dying?” “What?” my head rears back. “No.” “Am I dying?” I roll my eyes, “You’re not dying.” “Good. Glad to hear it.” He tries to squirm out of my hold. “What’s with the hug then?” “They’re good for you.” “Oookay,” he pats my back again. “Get on board you little shit. I’m not letting go until you hug me back.” Brian lets out the biggest sigh I’ve ever heard, then he lifts both arms and
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