He and her and his parents are walking back to the car from Grilled and the Porsche dealership.
"Are you driving home?" she asks him.
"What?" he says, "Shall I sit in the back with you so you can hold my hand?"
And she just smiles in reply.
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Saturday, May 12, 2012
dog
The best sort of holidays have at least several evenings where I'm running along beach dunes with this dog and this guy and THIS much happiness.
Friday, October 14, 2011
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