Horace’s truck was gone from the drive when Ben pulled his vehicle into the space he’d vacated earlier and came around to open my door, which was very gentlemanly of him. He did not hold my hand as we walked up to the house, though. Why, I’m not sure, but I think he must’ve known, either because Sam told him or because of this energy flow thing he’d been telling me about, that there was something going on between me and Sam. I wasn’t exactly sure what that something was, just as I honestly wasn’t sure what the something was between me and Ben either. We had kissed--a lot. And probably would’ve kissed more if the Evel Knievel of birds had
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