I never expected my life to change on an ordinary afternoon, much less because of a stranger’s plea. When a homeless man asked me to take his dog, I was reluctant, overwhelmed by my own struggles. But a month later, I received a letter that left me in tears. What was in it? And how did it bring our lives together?
Sometimes, life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it.
For me, it all started with a simple request from a man who had nothing but love for his dog.
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It had been a year since my husband, Jason, passed away in a car accident. A year of struggling to hold myself together, to be strong for my 8-year-old son, Liam.
Some days were harder than others, but every day felt like a battle.
You see, losing Jason shattered my world.
He wasn’t just my husband. He was my partner. My best friend. My everything.
At first, I didn’t think I could go on.
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I’d wake up to the emptiness of our bed, hear the silence where his laugh used to echo, and feel the ache in my chest that never seemed to go away.
But every time I felt like giving up, I’d look at Liam. He needed me.
I couldn’t crumble when he was depending on me.
Liam, my sweet boy, had inherited Jason’s kind heart. He’d notice when I was having a hard day and quietly slip his arms around me.
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“It’s okay, Mom,” he’d say, his small voice full of reassurance. “I’m here for you.”
His words always brought tears to my eyes, but they also gave me strength.
My little Liam was with me when we were leaving the grocery store that day. He was wearing his oversized coat, chattering about his school project.
His enthusiasm was one of the few things that could still make me smile, even on my darkest days.
As we loaded the bags into the trunk, I noticed a man sitting at the edge of the parking lot.
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He was huddled under a threadbare blanket, his face red from the biting cold. Beside him sat a small, scruffy dog, trembling as it pressed against his side.
“Mom,” Liam said, tugging on my sleeve, “the dog looks so cold. Can we help?”
I glanced at the man, then at Liam. My heart sank. We didn’t have much to give. Money was tight, and I was barely keeping us afloat.
“Sweetheart, we can’t take on another problem right now,” I said gently, closing the trunk.
But as we prepared to leave, the man stood and approached us.
I instinctively froze, holding Liam close.
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“Ma’am,” he began, his voice hoarse and hesitant, “I’m sorry to bother you, but… would you take my dog?”
I blinked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly. “What?”
He looked down, his face filled with shame.
“Her name’s Daisy,” he said. “She’s all I have, but I… I can’t take care of her anymore. She’s freezing, and I don’t have enough to feed her. She deserves better than this.”
I didn’t know what to say. The desperation in his eyes was unmistakable.
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My first instinct was to say no. I mean, how could I possibly take on a dog when I was barely holding things together?
But then Liam tugged on my hand, his big, pleading eyes looking up at me.
“Mom, please. She needs us,” he whispered.
I looked at Daisy, her matted fur and trembling body, and my resolve crumbled. I couldn’t say no.
Not with Liam’s hopeful face and the man’s brokenhearted plea.
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“All right,” I said softly, crouching down to pet Daisy. “We’ll take her.”
The man’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you,” he said, his voice breaking. “Thank you so much.”
As we drove home that day, I couldn’t stop glancing at Daisy in the backseat. She was curled up beside Liam.
I didn’t sleep much that first night. Daisy whined softly from her spot in the living room, clearly uneasy in her new surroundings.
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Liam had spread out his favorite blanket for her, the one with the cartoon dinosaurs he refused to sleep without.
“It’s okay, Daisy,” he said, patting her head with his little hands. “You’re safe now, okay? We love you.”
Watching them together filled me with an unexpected warmth.
And for some reason, the heaviness in my chest felt a little lighter. I guess I hadn’t felt this content ever since Jason passed away.
Over the next few weeks, Daisy became part of our little family.
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Liam doted on her, feeding her, brushing her tangled fur, and even reading her bedtime stories.
“She likes ‘Goodnight Moon’ best,” he announced one evening with complete seriousness.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that so?”
“She wagged her tail when I read it,” he insisted, as Daisy rested her head on his lap, her eyes half-closed.
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Daisy brought something into our home that we hadn’t realized we were missing. Joy.
Liam’s giggles echoed through the house when she chased after a ball or licked his face with abandon.
Even I found myself smiling more, feeling a small sense of purpose in caring for her. It wasn’t just Daisy who needed us. We needed her too.
Then, a month later, something unexpected happened.
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It was a cold evening.
Liam was doing his homework at the kitchen table while Daisy snoozed by his feet. I was sorting through mail when I noticed an envelope tucked among the bills and grocery store coupons.
It was plain, with no stamp or return address.
It just had the words, From your old friend written in shaky handwriting.
Curious, I opened it and pulled out a folded piece of paper. As I read the letter inside, my heart clenched.
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Dear Daisy,
I hope you’re warm and happy. I miss you so much, but I know I made the right choice. You deserve a home, food, and people who love you the way I do. I think about you every day but knowing you’re safe helps me keep going.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be the person you needed. Thank you for being my friend when I had no one. I’ll never forget you.
Love,
Your old pal.
I didn’t realize I was crying until Liam’s voice broke through my thoughts.
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“Mom? What’s wrong?” he asked, his small face full of concern.
I showed him the letter, and his expression turned serious as he read it. When he looked back at me, his jaw was set in determination.
“Mom, we have to find him,” he said. “He shouldn’t be alone.”
This is what I meant when I said my son inherited his father’s kind heart. Jason was the same. He could never let anyone suffer.
“You’re right,” I told my son. “We’ll find him.”
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The next morning, we packed a bag with food, a thick blanket, and some warm clothes. Liam insisted we bring Daisy along.
“She’ll help us find him,” he said confidently, scratching behind her ears. “She misses him too.”
We started at the parking lot where we’d first met him, but there was no sign of the man. The icy wind bit at our faces as we searched, asking people nearby if they’d seen him.
Most shook their heads, but a kind woman at a nearby coffee shop told us she’d seen someone matching his description at a soup kitchen downtown.
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Liam’s face lit up.
“Let’s go, Mom!” he said, tugging at my sleeve.
We immediately drove to the soup kitchen.
As we pulled up, Daisy suddenly perked up in the backseat, her tail thumping against the seat.
“I think she smells him!” Liam exclaimed.
Sure enough, there he was, sitting outside the soup kitchen, huddled under a tattered blanket.
He looked thinner, his cheeks hollow, but there was no mistaking him.
Before I could say a word, Daisy bolted from the car, her leash slipping from Liam’s hands.
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“Daisy!” Liam shouted, but she was already halfway to him, her little body shaking with excitement.
The man looked up just in time to catch her as she leaped into his arms.
“Daisy girl,” he whispered.
He buried his face in her fur, holding her as though she were the most precious thing in the world. Tears streamed down his face, and I felt my own eyes well up.
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I walked over, Liam close behind me.
“Hi,” I said softly. “I’m Emma. We’ve been taking care of Daisy.”
He looked up, his eyes full of gratitude.
“Thank you,” he said. “I missed her so much, but I knew I couldn’t give her what she needed. Seeing her like this… it means everything to me. I don’t know when I’ll be able to see her again.”
“You don’t have to say goodbye forever,” Liam told the man. “We can bring her to see you. Right, Mom?”
I nodded, smiling through my tears. “Of course. We’d love to.”
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From that day on, we visited him every two weeks.
We’d bring Daisy, along with food and supplies. The man never asked for anything except some time with Daisy. He wanted to hold her, play with her, and feel a sense of connection again.
Slowly, we got to know him better.
His name was Edward, and he had been through more hardship than I could imagine, yet his love for Daisy had never wavered.
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Months later, another letter arrived. But this one had an address.
Dear Emma,
Your kindness gave me hope when I had none. I’m writing to tell you that I’ve started over. I found a job, and I’m staying in a small condo now. I’ll never forget what you and Liam did for me. Thank you for believing in me.
Your friend,
Edward.
Soon, Edward became part of our family.
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I’m grateful that fate sent Daisy our way because it taught Liam the power of kindness. It also proved that even the smallest acts of love can change lives.
Sometimes, I think about how close I was to saying no that day. And how saying yes changed everything.
So, before you say no to kindness, pause and think.
The world thrives on kindness, and it needs those who step up without hesitation. Those who open their hearts even when it’s hard.
It needs people like you to make it brighter, warmer, and better for everyone.
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My MIL and Mom Thought Setting My Husband and Me up with Our Exes Was a Great Idea but They Had No Idea What They Started — Story of the Day
I thought my marriage was solid until my MIL invited my husband’s ex to his birthday. Before I could react, my mom set me up with mine. I walked into a disaster I never saw coming—and that was just the beginning.
I always thought Alex and I had the perfect balance in our marriage. We weren’t one of those couples who fought over scattered socks or a coffee cup left on the table.
Our arguments never lasted more than an hour, and even then, they felt more like a warm-up for new jokes.
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I had my own café—a small, cozy place where people could sit with a book, enjoy a homemade dessert, and escape the city’s chaos. Alex sometimes joked that my cappuccinos would bankrupt him, I knew he was proud of me.
Everything was great… until he came home with a strange smile one day.
I was scrolling through my phone when he sat down next to me and, almost proudly, announced:
“You won’t believe who Mom and I ran into today while we were out.”
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By “out,” he meant dragging his mother around to buy things she absolutely didn’t need—a monthly ritual of theirs. A mother-and-son tradition.
Sounds nice, right?
And it would be… if MIL, Cynthia, didn’t turn those shopping trips into a full-scale circus performance, juggling antique trinkets that would later gather dust in her china cabinet.
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But Alex endured it all. Because, well, it was Mom.
“Aliens?” I smiled, pulling myself out of my thoughts about Cynthia.
“Amanda.”
My fingers froze over the screen. I slowly lifted my gaze.
“That Amanda?”
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“Yeah.”
Amanda. His ex. The love of his youth. The girl who once thought she was “the one and only” in his life.
“Where did you run into her?”
“At a café.”
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It was an unpleasant coincidence, but I exhaled. It happens. Just a random encounter.
“And how was the coffee?” I asked, lacing my voice with sarcasm.
“Oh, amazing! Because it was your café.”
“Oh, I’m so glad Amanda liked it. Makes opening it all worthwhile.”
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He nodded, completely missing my point.
“Oh, Mom was thrilled! They hadn’t seen each other in so long. And, well…”
“And what?”
“She invited her to my Birthday party.”
Fantastic. Just what I needed. Why couldn’t life stay the way it is?
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“Oh, your mother is really on fire.”
“Babe, you’re not jealous, are you?”
The tea had already boiled over in my hand.
“Of course not. And what did you say to that?”
“Well… I couldn’t exactly say no. That would’ve been rude.”
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I wanted to scream: And did you think about asking ME?!”
But instead, I silently exhaled, swallowing the mix of emotions brewing inside me.
“Babe, don’t worry so much. It’s just a party. Just a guest.”
Is he really that naive, or is he just pretending?
I had a bad feeling about that. And, as it would turn out later, I was absolutely right.
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***
Alex’s birthday was always an event. Not because he cared much about celebrating. He would have been pleased with a quiet dinner and a slice of cake.
No, the real mastermind behind these annual extravaganzas was Cynthia, his mother.
For her, that was a grand showcase. A carefully curated spectacle. A chance to prove to the world she could throw a party magnificent.
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I tried to prepare myself mentally, but nothing could have truly prepared me for what I saw when I stepped into the backyard.
There she was. Amanda.
She looked even better than I remembered. Moreover, she was seamlessly integrated into the party as if she had never left Alex’s life.
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They were standing side by side in front of a giant birthday cake.
What’s happening?
And then I saw the contest.
Of course, Cynthia had organized some ridiculous, over-the-top game. Alex and Amanda were paired in a “Who Can Eat Their Cake Faster Without Using Their Hands?” challenge.
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I wanted to turn away. But I couldn’t.
Amanda laughed too hard, tilting her head down as Alex tried to beat her to the first bite. The whole thing looked… ridiculously playful.
“Oh, isn’t that adorable?” someone cooed behind me.
I turned my head slowly. It was my mother. Perfect timing.
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“Adorable?” I repeated, barely concealing my irritation.
“Well, they do look very… comfortable together.”
I swallowed my retort.
“Anyway,” she continued, “I ran into someone interesting the other day.”
I didn’t care. I didn’t want to care. But she knew me too well.
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“Who?”
“Nick.”
I turned my head fully toward her.
“You mean my ex?”
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“Oh, don’t look so shocked, sweetheart.” She waved a dismissive hand. “You know, he’s doing exceptionally well these days. Owns his own company. Has some high-profile clients. And…”
“Please tell me you didn’t invite him to this party.”
She laughed. “Of course not! That would be inappropriate.”
I exhaled in relief.
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“But,” she added, too casually, “he’s actually looking for a place to host networking events for his clients. And I thought, you know… your café might be perfect.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying—maybe you should meet with him. Discuss business. Make a smart move for your café.”
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“I don’t need his help.”
“Are you sure? I mean, look at Alex.”
I didn’t want to. But I did. And there it was: Amanda, laughing with my husband, holding a huge black cake I’d ordered for him.
I felt my irritation spike to a dangerous level.
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I turned back to my mother, my voice suddenly much calmer than I felt.
“You know what? Fine. Set up the meeting.”
“Oh, wonderful! I knew you’d come around.”
I had no idea what I was getting myself into. But if Alex wanted to play that game, I’d play it too.
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***
I spent the following day mentally preparing myself for meeting with Nick.
I told myself it was strictly business. I reminded myself that I wasn’t doing this to prove a point.
I assured myself I wasn’t being petty or reacting emotionally to Amanda’s little flirtation circus at Alex’s birthday party.
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At least, that’s what I kept repeating like a mantra as I walked into the restaurant. And then I saw Nick. Smiling. Relaxed. Effortlessly confident in that way that used to drive me crazy years ago.
And suddenly, I wasn’t so sure about my mantra anymore. Damn it.
“Wow,” he said, giving me an appreciative once-over. “You look amazing.”
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“Thanks. You, uh… still dress like a business magazine cover.”
He chuckled.
“Well, you know me. Always selling something.”
I sat across from him, trying to shake off the weird nostalgia and irritation that came with seeing him again.
He poured us both some tea and said, “So. Tell me about your café.”
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I started explaining my vision, how I wanted to make the café a hub for creative entrepreneurs, and how I planned to add live events, poetry readings, networking nights…
“Sounds incredible.”
I stopped mid-sentence. There was a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“What?” I asked.
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“You. You’re still the same. Passionate. Determined. Always thinking big.”
“Well, some things don’t change.”
“Some do.”
I was about to steer the conversation back to strictly professional territory when a familiar voice cut through the restaurant noise like a knife.
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“Wow. Well, isn’t this cozy?”
I turned my head. There, standing just inside the restaurant entrance, were Alex and Amanda. My stomach dropped. Alex’s gaze flickered from me to Nick.
“Oh, what a crazy coincidence!” Amanda said, placing a hand on Alex’s arm. “You two know each other, right?”
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I stood up so fast that my chair nearly toppled over. Apparently enjoying the drama, Nick leaned back in his chair with a relaxed grin.
“Oh, we’re more than familiar.”
“You’re looking good, man,” he told Alex. “Married life must be treating you well.”
“Yeah,” Alex said. “It was. Until I walked in and saw my wife on what looked like a date.”
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“Oh, please! If anyone’s on a date here, it’s you two!” I gestured at Amanda.
She clutched her chest.
“Me? Oh, no, no, I’m just supporting Alex. As a friend.”
Alex let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, you’re a real saint, Amanda.”
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Nick clapped his hands together, clearly having the time of his life. “Well, this just got interesting.”
I whipped back around to face him.
“Nick, shut up.”
Amanda huffed. “You don’t need to be so defensive, darling. It’s not like you’re the only one who can enjoy an old friend’s company.”
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Oh. Oh, she did NOT just say that.
Without thinking, I grabbed my glass of orange juice and flung it directly at Amanda’s expensive silk blouse. She gasped, horrified.
Nick let out a loud laugh. Alex picked up his glass of water and threw it straight at Nick. Nick spluttered, soaking wet, and shot to his feet.
“Oh, you wanna play, buddy?” he said, reaching for the sauce bottle on the table.
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“DON’T YOU DARE…” I started.
Too late. Before I could blink, barbecue sauce was flying through the air. The following five seconds were a complete disaster. By the time the chaos settled, the entire restaurant was dead silent.
“I. Am. Leaving,” Amanda declared, storming off in her stained designer dress.
Nick looked down at his soaked clothes, then at me.
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“Well. This wasn’t exactly how I pictured our reunion.”
“You planned this?”
He winked. I groaned. Alex grabbed my hand.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here before someone calls the cops on us.”
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I didn’t argue. We left the restaurant sticky, soaked, and absolutely done with the night. As we stepped onto the street, I glanced at Alex.
“We just got played, didn’t we?”
“Oh, 100%. And I have an extreme suspicion about who’s behind this.”
“Yeah. Our mothers.”
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And just like that, everything started making sense.
Alex and I exchanged a knowing glance, the kind only two people could understand. A slow grin spread across my face as I wiped a streak of sauce from his cheek.
“We can’t let them get away with this.”
“Oh, absolutely not.”
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We embraced and burst into laughter — sticky, soaked, and victorious. Because no matter what our mothers threw at us — our love wasn’t that easy to break.
At that very moment, our mothers probably enjoyed a peaceful dinner together at our house. Blissfully unaware of the little surprise we had prepared for them.
***
When we got home, our mothers were lounging on the couch, sipping wine, looking very pleased with themselves.
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“Oh, you’re back!” my mom beamed. “How was your evening?”
Alex and I exchanged a knowing look.
“Oh, life-changing,” I said, slipping off my jacket.
“What do you mean?”
Alex sighed heavily. “We’ve made a decision.”
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Both moms leaned forward.
“We’re breaking up,” I announced.
Silence. Cynthia gasped. My mom clutched her chest.
“But wait,” Alex added, raising a hand. “There’s good news, too. We’re having a baby.”
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Cynthia choked on her wine. My mom’s eyes bulged.
“You CAN’T break up if you’re having a baby!”
“Well, you two can co-parent.”
Alex nodded. “Or, you know… foster care.”
The horror on their faces was delicious.
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“You… YOU WOULDN’T.”
“Oh, but you thought meddling in our marriage was fine?”
“We weren’t trying to ruin anything,” my mom muttered. “We just… read that book that said love only lasts three years. And well, your anniversary is coming up, and everything seemed so… calm.”
“So, naturally, you decided to light a match and throw it into our excellent relationship?” Alex asked.
Cynthia sighed, rubbing her temples. “We thought a little jealousy would… reignite the spark.”
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I exchanged a look with Alex, half-amused, half-exasperated.
“Well, congrats. You gave us the messiest week of our lives.”
Alex chuckled. “But we’re still standing. Still together. And stronger than ever.”
“Well, now that we’re done with family drama,” I said, grabbing my coat, “how about we finally go eat? You two dragged us through so much that we never got dinner.”
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They perked up immediately. And as we all headed out together, I threw an arm around Alex.
“Oh, and by the way,” I added, “we’re sending you two on a weekend getaway. Somewhere far. Very far.”
Alex grinned.
“Think of it as a little break… from ruining our lives.”
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