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“May I please now tell you that I love you and will pledge my life to you from this moment, and would like to bake you into a cream pie so that I can eat you up, or spread you like butter across toast, because I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I can barely form the words and might possibly expire right at this very moment, I am so ecstatically moved. Thank you,” Sarah says breathlessly. “The end.”
And I am laughing so hard at that, it feels like the weight of two universes has finally dropped from my body.
“Oh my gosh, Sarah, I have no idea what’s going to happen from that.”
“I don’t care,” she says. “It was delicious. I only wish Daniel could have been there. His protestations of love might have even exceeded my own.”
I feel like running. So I do. And Red and Sarah run right along. The three of
