Page 100 of One Last Summer
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You’ll just have to trust me—trust us, I guess—we did it. I’m proud of us.
So. I’m signing off because our handsome, very sexy, passionate lover-turned-boyfriend is demanding we deal with storing the chairs tomorrow, and instead go for a late-night swim out to the diving dock. Right now he’s pacing around inside the boathouse and making Noodle anxious.
(Noodle is eighty pounds of pit bull and husky and a giant scaredy-cat who occasionally pees when he gets excited, but we love him.)
Mack thinks he’s being smooth, but last week I found a small red box tucked inside his box full of his letters from campers.
And if it’s what I think it is, and he asks, I’m going to say yes.
Remember—I love you.
XO, Me/You/Clara
