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When Saturday arrived, I was antsy as hell. I relieved Tristy in the morning by taking Fighter out to the nearest park, where I sat him on my lap as we swung on the swings. I even took him on the slippery slide once or twice but got some funny looks from a couple moms for that one. I didn’t care, though. Julian grinned the entire time, which was all the consent I needed.
The rest of the afternoon dragged. I got a little cleaning done around the apartment, mainly the kitchen and bathroom, but I couldn’t calm down.
Lowe and I hadn’t agreed on a specific time, so I didn’t want to show up too early, but by five o’clock, I couldn’t wait any longer. After changing into something that would look nice, yet wouldn’t kill me if I got it grease-stained, I carried Fighter into the living r
