Three weeks had passed since Ariel last saw Matthew when his name appeared on her phone screen in the form of a text. She was midway through her third Goose Island IPA, enough to give her a slight buzz, but the mere sight of his name brought her back down to a temporary sobriety. The phone was in closer reach than her drink, but the heightened anticipation of his words caused her to take another swig before opening his message.All Rights Reserved
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