“I don’t know, we were just talking. “Almost done,” Sally said. What do you want on yours?”
“Oh, yeah, he’s meeting with Uncle JC about—”
“Honey, I know it upsets you that you’re not getting to race, but don’t give up hope. The next blast splattered her taste buds, then slid down her throat. I need to go to bed,” he said. “Sally, Mark, it’s Mark, he’s there.” She realized she hadn’t heard the door. “I guess we grew out of it.”
“I miss it, miss the way things were.”
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