“I’m just use to only havin’ ta take care of myself,” Mike said, returning a quick grin, “This is all new ta me.”

“I know what you mean,” I assured him, “everything is different. But I like it. Different is good.”

Mike leaned over and kissed the top of my head, sat up and put the key in the ignition. He put the car in gear and backed out quick, his face stern and determined now. He drove us onto the road, neither of us saying anything. I started feeling sleepy again when a thought occurred to me.

“I was wondering,” I said as Mike accelerated down the road, “If we were able to find each other, do you think it’s at all possible that there are even...

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