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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Lunch!”
Brandon sent Trisha with Isaac and Ricky to our tent, while he headed in the opposite direction to meet Amy. That was where the lunch catering was being served, so he motioned for her to walk with him. I watched them stroll around the Manor in no hurry, toward the backdoor.
No time to even wonder what they were saying. Trisha was already circling the board table, so I jumped to my feet and threw my arms around her neck. We hugged tightly, like we hadn’t done in a long while.
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear.
“And I love you, you fucking kamikaze.”
“Look who’s talking.”
We let out shaky chuckles and let go of each other. To find Ricky filming us.
“Really?” I grumbled.
“It’s the perfect closing shot for her interview,” Ricky argued, eyes on the display of his camera.
I gave him the finger, making them laugh. “How ab
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