“What if I stay?” she says. “What’s the first thing you’ll do?”
There are a thousand things August could say, a thousand things she wants to do. Sleep next to her. Buy her lunch at the jerk chicken joint across the street. Brighton Beach. Prospect Park. Kiss her with the door shut.
But she says simply, “Take you home with me.”
— Jun 24, 2026 11:23AM
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