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63. where is the damn ring?

Blair

" Dimitri, are we only going to spend two days at your parent’s house? " I asked as I sorted through the clothes to put in the suitcase we would share for the weekend.

" Yes, you can take that dress," he pointed to a short flowered dress as he stopped beside me at the closet door.

" This one? " I took it apart.

" Yes, I've never seen you wear it," he smiled.

I smoothed the fabric, trying to remember the last time I wore it, definitely before I met Dimitri.

" Are we going out? You didn't say anything to me.”

" It's my mother's birthday, maybe we'll go to a restaurant, or maybe do something at home," he separated two shirts.

That's when I remembered his little burst of post-morphine sincerity almost two months ago.

" Is your sister going to cook?”

" I don't know," he pondered, reaching over to grab his suitcase from the top shelf of the closet.

A few weeks ago I would have called him out for that kind of effort, but I had to realize that I couldn't lock him in a bubble after w
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