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She tries to bite back her giggle, but that only makes the laughter come out in a snort, which makes her laugh even harder.

“I hate you,” I say.

“Too late. You said you love me. No take-backs.” She’s still holding my hand and gives it another squeeze.

“Are we still on for tomorrow? Ethan isn’t on call, so I have the whole night free.”

“Yes! Oh my God, your twenty-fifth. I can’t wait