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“Hey, do you remember when I melted down about having slow loris hands? In Colorado? After I rolled my ankle?” “Poppy,” he says pointedly, “I remember everything.” I narrow my eyes at him. “But you said—” He sighs. “I know what I said. But I’m telling you now, I remember it all.” “Some would say that makes you a liar.” “No,” he says, “what it makes me is someone who was embarrassed to still remember exactly what you were wearing the first time I saw you, and what you ordered once at McDonald’s in Tennessee, and who needed to preserve some small measure of dignity.”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation