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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” toi say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? ou what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating pop corn, maïs soufflé and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating pop corn, maïs soufflé with the girl I love.”
And he kisses toi on the lips.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” toi say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? ou what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating pop corn, maïs soufflé and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating pop corn, maïs soufflé with the girl I love.”
And he kisses toi on the lips.
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Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 an old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother a dit to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the canapé to give her a hug.
“I l’amour toi Daddy.”
“Love toi too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in l’amour with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 an old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother a dit to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the canapé to give her a hug.
“I l’amour toi Daddy.”
“Love toi too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in l’amour with.”