Twenty-Four

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Dad and I were sitting at the table sipping coffee. He was reading a newspaper. "You look happy," he said.

I looked up and saw him smiling. And then I did too. "I am."

"You're happy of what?"

I shrugged. "Summer."

Dad laughed. Just like Tobias, he also had a contagious laugh. People like them deserved happiness in every possible way. "Summer? Or love?" He had this teasing smile on his face.

"Sort of both." I said.

"When I was your age, I had the same ecstasy for summer. Your mother and I spent every day of the season together. No time wasted. No feelings unmatched. Just pure love and happiness."

"Maybe summer is for weird lover boys like us."

"Maybe summer is for the people who finally found the love that they deserve."

I smiled. "I like that idea."

Dad sipped on his coffee. "You love that idea."

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