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Abe Swept In, Resplendent In A Gray And Yellow Suit That Coordinated Bafflingly Well With Adrian's Paint Job.

What Matters Is That Someone—that You—know Me That Well. When A Person Can See Into Your Soul, It's Hard. It Forces You To Be Open. Vulnerable. It's Much Easier Being With Someone Who's Just More Of A Casual Friend.

Adrian Ordered A Martini, Earning Disapproving Looks From His Father And Me. "it's Barely Noon," Said Nathan. "i Know," Said Adrian. "i'm Surprised I Held Out That Long Too.

Sometimes The Greatest Tests Of Our Strength Are Situations That Don't Seem So Obviously Dangerous. Sometimes Surviving Is The Hardest Thing Of All.

Who Else Is Going?" I Asked. He Shrugged. "just You And Me." My Mood Promptly Shot Up Past 'cheerful' And Went Straight To 'estatic.' Me And Dimitri. Alone. In A Car. This Might Very Well Be Worth A Surprise Test. "how Far Is It?" Silently, I Begged For It To Be A Really Long Drive. Like, One That Would Take A Week. And Would Involve Us Staying Overnight In Luxury Hotels. Maybe We'd Get Stranded In A Snowbank, And Only Body Heat Would Keep Us Alive. "five Hours" "oh." A Bit Less Than I'd Hoped For. Still, Five Hours Was Better Than Nothing. It Didn't Rule Out The Snowbank Possibility, Either.