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“So what are you up to today?” I asked Josh during breakfast the next morning.

“I have off from work today since it’s Saturday. I’m a mechanic, by the way. I have a lot of errands to run. You can come along, if you want.”

“I don’t really have much else to do.”

“We can go out to dinner tonight, too, if you’re feeling up to it. How are you feeling?”

“Okay. The pills Dr. Hall gave me are helping, I think.”

He got up and kissed my cheek. He seemed to like doing that. I couldn’t really say I minded.


“You want the radio on, Clara?” Josh asked, breaking the silence that had overcome us as we drove to the grocery store.


He turned it on and started humming along to the song.

“What’s it called?” I asked.

““Wake Me up when September Ends” by a band called Greenday.”

“I like it.”

“Me too.” He pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store. We got out and went inside.

“What sort of food do I like?” I asked.

“That’s for you to decide, silly. Just go around and put whatever pops out at you in the cart.”

“Been talking to Dr. Hall, have we?”

He laughed. “Maybe.”


“Ew. This is so nasty. Why did you let me get mayonnaise on my sandwich?” I pushed the plate away from me.

Josh shrugged, trying not to laugh. “You’re adorable.”

“Don’t flirt with me.” I giggled.

“Are you from Tennessee? Because you’re the only ten I see.”

“I could be. I don’t really know. But I’m told I’m from Deleware.”

“Do you have a name? Or can I just call you mine?”

“It’s Clara, or at least I think it is.”

“Feel my shirt.”


“Feel it. What does it feel like?”

I leaned over and felt it. “It feels like a shirt.”

“Are you sure it doesn’t feel like boyfriend material?”

“Yeah, pretty sure. More like 99% polyester.”

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”

“Probably. I don’t remember it.”

“Are you an astronaut because your-”

“Don’t even go there,” I said. We were both laughing hysterically.

He reached across the coffee shop table and took my hand. “How do you manage to make jokes about amnesia so painlessly?”

“I don’t remember.”

He buried his face in his free hand. “You’re crazy.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Crazy cute.”

The door of the coffee shop opened and a guy walked in. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was totally hot. I shook the thought out of my mind, remembering that I was basically on a date.

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