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I am sitting on a plane.
A private jet.
A much larger one, because we are flying farther.
There is a dog at my feet. I love that dog.
There is a guy sitting across from me, a guy who looks like the one I’ve been in love with all my life, and yet a guy I met just two days ago and might be falling in love with again.
“You think I’m going to let you go alone?” he told me in private last night, after all the details had been worked out. We took Red out for one last walk before bedtime, and talked about everything that had gone on.
“I’m worried about you,” Jake said. “You need to see a doctor. I’m not letting you out of my sight until you do.” He kissed my neck. “And even after that.”
I know it’s wrong, and it’s stupid, and it’s not going to end anywhere close to happily, but I can’t
