It is the morning after. They are sitting together on a mountainside, Emma in 501s cinched at the waist and black Converse All-Stars, Dexter a little way off in the white shirt and black suit that he had worn the day before.
“Let‘s not say anything. Let‘s just smile, look natural. Look young and full of high ideals and hope or something. Ready?”
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