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“I’m sure. They will make you smile and are much better suited in yourkitchen.”
“Thank you for the cookies and for an awesomenight.”
“You’re welcome. Would you mind doing me a favor, Ryan?” I asked and followed him onto theporch.
“Yeah, anything,Russell.”
Anything,Russell.
“Would you send me a text when you get home? Once you get inside, but before you get involved in the rest of yourevening.”
“Okay. I can do that. Is it like a checking up thing to make sure I get home okay?” he joked as he walked backwards on mywalkway.
Exactly.
“Goodnight, Russell,” Ryan called out over the hood of his SUV and waved atme.
