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“That does sound pretty good.” Examining my gloomy expression, she lifts her brows. “Gee, don’t get too excited. Now who’s the emo clown?” “I was just thinking…what if we end up as two crabby, single old ladies, living together when we’re eighty, fighting over the TV remote and shouting at the neighbor kids to stay off the lawn? What if this whole love thing wasn’t meant to work out for either one of us, and in the end…we’re each other’s loves of our lives?” She smiles warmly at me. “We are. But don’t worry, you’re gonna ride off into the sunset with Mafia Romeo. That will happen even if I have to threaten him with death myself.” Of all the times Kage has probably faced the prospect of dying, I have no doubt my best friend would be the scariest. Getting choked up, I say, “I’m so glad
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