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“So,” Colin said after they’d made a few turns around the dance floor, Halli easily managing whatever formal kind of dance step Colin was leading her through. It might have been a waltz, I’m not sure.
“So,” Halli said back. “Here’s what I know so far: you’re a traveler, you’re going to the Grand Canyon tomorrow, your parents think you’re horrible, your sister agrees—what am I missing?”
“That I’m f*******n from writing any of my blogs anymore—”
“What blogs?” Halli asked. She knew the word by now, she’d seen it enough.
“I have three websites,” Colin answered. “One on traveling in London—a local’s perspective on cool places to go, cheap food, where to take someone you really want to impress.”
“Good. Second one?” she asked.
“Second one on travel around Europe—same thing, find the coo
