Forty-Seven
"Sar, honey, when's the last day of your finals?" "In two days, so this Friday. I have Chemistry. Ew." "Need help?" "I have a group study tomorrow evening, but can you quiz me an hour before?" "Of course. So, anyway, I was thinking..." "You think now? That's new." "You're a dick." "Kidding, I love you. What were you saying?" "Anyway, I was thinking that maybe we could drive to my family on Sunday? I want to introduce you to my parents." "Really?" "Yeah. Is that okay? Or am I moving too fast? Oh crap, it's too soon, isn't it? I'm sorry. Forget I mentioned it. Um, I—I'll just—uhh—" "I'd love to meet your family. Stop freaking out, you adorable s**t. I love you." "Yay!" "You're adorable." "I know." "Oh did I say adorable? I meant arrogant." "I'm just being honest, munchkin.
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