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Twyla
The day after the engagement party, my brother calls to ask if I want to meet up with him. He’s totally doing a welfare check on me, but I agree because I love hanging out with Miles.
I love the outdoors, but I’m not a big fan of the cold. Living in Connecticut meant I spent the majority of the year inside. Since it’s a beautiful September day, I suggest that we meet at Golden Gate Park. Miles agrees, and after some snuggles with Kiwi, I head out.
I spot my brother a few minutes after I arrive, his baseball cap and sunglasses in place. This is pretty typical if we’re going to be lingering in public. It’s not like he’s the world’s biggest movie star, but fans do recognize him, especially during football season.
“Warding off all your adoring fans?” I ask with humor.
He pulls
