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She punched him in the stomach, her fist connecting with stone-hard muscles. “Very true. Henry Too and I are a team. Yes, I’ll move in with you.” This playful side of him was new, and she loved it.

“When?”

She laughed. “Impatient, are you? How does tomorrow sound?”

“Fucking great.”

Deciding she wanted to be the boss of their next bout, she tackled him.

Much later, as she floated in a state of almost asleep, he whispered in her ear, “I do too laugh.”

And she’d make sure he kept on laughing. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.