When do you leave?” she asked.tHis fingers paused. “Labor Day weekend.”tSo soon. Only two and a half weeks away. She nodded, going for a joke. “Good. That’s about when I was planning on getting sick of you, anyway.”t“Pfft. I’m already counting down the minutes until I can make my escape from this room.”t“It’s your room.

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