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this were my last moment alive, how would I want it to be?
We don鈥檛 look at each other as we walk, but he touches my shoulder gently and gestures me across his body. He moves me to the opposite side of him before taking up position by the road.
鈥淲hy are you doing this?鈥 鈥淏ecause it鈥檚 my job.鈥 I go quiet because deep down that鈥檚 not the answer I was hoping for.
鈥淲hat do you think you鈥檙e doing?鈥 鈥淎ll I heard was that you think I have a pretty face,鈥 he says as he marches past me, rolling my suitcase behind himself.
Which is why I only almost feel bad about touching Summer Hamilton. There isn鈥檛 a single other woman I want to play this game with.
What they don鈥檛 tell you is that you鈥檒l never spend another day of your life without worrying about another person.
