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“When do you leave?” she asked. His fingers paused. “Labor Day weekend.” So soon. Only two and a half weeks away. She nodded, going for a joke. “Good. That’s about when I was planning on getting sick of you, anyway.” “Pfft. I’m already counting down the minutes until I can make my escape from this room.” “It’s your room.” — Julie James
When do you leave?” she asked.
His fingers paused. “Labor Day weekend.”
So soon. Only two and a half weeks away. She nodded, going for a joke. “Good. That’s about when I was planning on getting sick of you, anyway.”
“Pfft. I’m already counting down the minutes until I can make my escape from this room.”
“It’s your room.