“Hey, baby.” “Hey back,” I greeted Mickey then blurted, “I wanna go away with you.” “Uh…what?” “Whenever, wherever for however long you want to go. I don’t care. I want you to know I want to go with you. I want to take Pop Tarts and squirtable cheese and crackers, and other food we don’t have to cook that we can eat with our fingers so we can stay in bed naked all day together. I want to go, whenever, wherever, and I want it to be just about you and me.” There was a moment of silence before he replied gently, “I love that, Amy, I love that you gave that to me.
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