Page 62 of The Worst Kind of Promise

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KIT:Two ice cream sandwiches?

July 8th,Monday, 8:21 a.m.

KIT:I miss you.

FAYE:I’m lying right next to you?

KIT:You’re too far away.

FAYE:We’re in the same bed.

KIT:Jesus Christ. Just come over here, woman.

FAYE:You know, I think I’ll stay on my side. It’s cool and smells good over here.

KIT:Are you implying that my side smells?

FAYE:Well, you are in it, so…

KIT:That’s low, Faye. That’s really low.

FAYE:And you hog all the covers.

KIT:You don’t need covers. I’ll warm you up with my body.

FAYE:I think I’ll stick to the covers, thanks.

KIT:*middle finger emoji*

FAYE:*kissy face emoji*

KIT:You’re lucky you’re cute.

FAYE:I’m a lot more than cute.

KIT:Bratty, stubborn, a pain in my ass? Check, check, and check.

FAYE:Sexy, intelligent, wise beyond her years.

KIT:Conceited.

FAYE:I know that’s supposed to be an insult, but I also happen to be laid-back. Criticism doesn’t faze me.

KIT:Please. The only laying back you do is when I have you pinned to the bed.

FAYE:And yet you beg for it every time.

July 13th,Saturday, 3:56 p.m.

FAYE:Remind me never to wear these pants again.

KIT:Are you kidding me? Your ass looks fantastic today. It looks fantastic every day.

FAYE:Yeah, the guy at the grocery store thought so too.

KIT:…

FAYE:Hello?

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