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April 13, 2007
I sat down in Passenger Pick Up 5 at Detroit Metro and finally ripped the tag off my suitcase and began doodling on it to release tension between phone calls with him. He whisked me away in shades, placing his leather suitcase in the backseat.
"It's been so long!" we joked, stopping at a restaurant eyeing eachother over margaritas. The waitress came by half a dozen times asking us if we needed anything.
"Next time tell her you need 5 almonds." he said. Partying, driving, watching him plan at furniture stores, eyes, smiles, sleepless nights, thinking: "we're in our twenties now."