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JASMINE and I slide in behind Bryce and Johnson on the Space Mountain ride. Taking them to Disneyland was the first thing Jasmine wanted to do when we left D.C. I guess she’s been promising a family trip for years.
I’m loving it. Every slice of apple pie Americana I get feels like I’ve won the lottery. It’s the life I never thought I’d have—the cotton candy, the girl, the kid. Well, he’s not ours, but a nephew is close enough.And I’m all about getting to know Jasmine’s family. I want to absorb everything that is Jasmine for the rest of my life.
After this, we’re going to Kentucky to visit my mom. Hopefully, she won’t have a heart attack when she finds out I’m still alive. I want to hear from her the story about my dad—everything she knows. And I want to make up for the years I stole from her. Well, I probably can’t ever do that, but I’m going to try my best.
The ride
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