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  • She turned to look at me. “Remember when you used to tilt this center console up so we’d be closer?”

    “I used to do that?” I asked, keeping my eyes on the road.

    “You’d put this thing up and make me sit next to you.”

    I looked at her, “I don’t remember that, but I could see myself doing it.” She turned back and her eyes glazed over as she looked ahead. I could see her face with each streetlight we passed.


    “What’d you do with that bottle of wine I gave you?”

    “Jack and I drank it after our test Friday. It was really good. I got pretty drunk, actually,” she said grinning.

    I watched as she folded clothes. “You didn’t think to wait and drink it with me?”

    “You’re always saying you don’t even like wine. I didn’t think you’d want it.”

    “I guess I figured we’d drink it together since it was a gift.”

    “If you care so much I’ll buy another bottle of the stuff,” she said as she walked into the next room to put her clothes away.
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