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Charlie pulls into my driveway at 1 A.M. The lights are still on in the house; I can see Penny's silhouette through the drapes that adorn our windows. At the sound of the truck, her head turns, and a text appears on my phone. You're here. Finally. I don't even bother answering; I'll see her in a matter of seconds. Instead, I turn to Charlie, who is already looking directly at me, but it's different. There's a certain look in his eyes, something that I can't quite place, but it's there. "Are you alright?" I ask, softly, and he blinks a few times, as if noticing me for the first time. "What? Oh, um—yeah, I'm fine." He says, and I offer up a timid smile. "Thank you," I murmur. "For tonight. For everything, really." He stares at me for a few long seconds, and my breath hitches in my thr
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