The Sunday after Thanksgiving he took her back to Boston. Every now and again, he’d steal a glance of her sleeping peacefully alongside. They arrived just before noon, unpacked her things, then went for pho and mango smoothies and he said ‘This might be our thing’ and she smiled and he smiled. When he dropped her off it was raining, so their tears blended in. They hugged as cars whooshed by. ‘See you in a couple of weeks’ he said. ‘See you in a couple of weeks’ she echoed. They hugged again, then she walked inside and he drove back to Baltimore.
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