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“Well, shit.”
He’d forgotten Allison’s birthday again.
She joined him on the deck and handed him a fluted glass of champagne. They toasted.
“How could I forget?”
She laughed. “You always do. You’re just so busy paying attention to everything else that matters. There are no strikes against you, Rick.”
He kissed her. “I’m so glad you’re not the type that would pitch a fit.”
“I used to. Remember? We’ve both changed. We’re not who we were when we met.”
Once, that had pained him. He thought they had lost everything between them.
But love always remained.
(Originally published 2018/05/19 at 4:15 pm)
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