Hour 29

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We eat up quickly, and talk the whole time, reminiscing on old, dumb memories.

"You've got spaghetti sauce," I motion to right next to his lip.

"Did I get it?"

"No, uh, here," I say, reaching over and wiping it for him. He flushes almost as red as the sauce.

"Oh, thank you."

"No problem."

"You took me out on a date now, right?"

"Right."

"Phil, does that mean you're my boyfriend?"

"Of course, bear."

He's beaming, and I can't help but lean over and kiss him.

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