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"will we always be like this trip?"

she asked, as she lay playing with a piece of grass.

"like what? in love?"

"no, not love. hiding, sneaking around."

my face lowered, my good mood gone.

"i don't know hawaii."

"well when can we stop?"

"i don't know."

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