Light reflecting off his sandy brown hair-there's joy dripping from his smile. "How lovely he is." I think to myself.
Wind pulls through my hair as I stand up through the topless roof of our Jeep.
I look down at him. He is gazing at me. This moment is ours, and he wants to hold it in his hands for years to come.
"Hey, pass me the orange pop, please."
I smile at him.
"Sure," he says as he hands it to me. Our fingers meet.
The joy I feel is remarkable-our togetherness is so eloquent.
As his hand falls down to the wheel, we look upand see a man in his car charging towards us.
The orange pop spills.
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