What do you mean you can't reheat French fries in the microwave?
Jack falls just a little more in love when Bitty walks straight past twelve thousand dollars worth of kayaks and stops in front of the cedar strip canoe. "Want the stern again?" Jack asks, recollecting their first time out together on the Samwell pond, his initial consternation when Bitty had claimed the stern seat, and the startled, grudging euphoria that had followed the moment they'd slipped into sync.
"Nah, it's your turn," Bitty says. "Let's see what you've got." Bitty winks as he sets the picnic hamper in the middle, then steps into the bow, paddle in hand.
Jack clambers in after him. The boat wobbles. Bitty cuts the water neatly, stabilizing them. A sudden surge of gratitude fills Jack, for so much more than his readiness with a paddle, and he blurts, "I love you."
Seven hours hunched over a drafting table is bad choices.
It's Alicia who says, "You know, Eric, you have a voice for radio."
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28 Jul 2017
A decade later, with packed earth under his feet and Bittle sprinting ahead to prevent his dog from rolling in God-knew-what mouldering squirrel carcass or bear scat, he thought maybe he'd succeeded. He loved his life. It was a well-defined life, roomy enough for two well-adjusted people with their well-adjusted pets, buttressed by a well-adjusted system of routines, phone alarms, prescription medications and habits of mind. And now he was contemplating throwing a wrench in.
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