Mother of the Moon
Looking into his enchanting blue eyes, I softened my face.
“What’s the date?” I asked him.
“August twenty-seventh, why’s that?”
“Huh, I’m nineteen now. Guess I slept through my birthday”
“When was your birthday?” Gunner asked a little shocked.
“It was on August fourth”
“Well, you missed mine too, it was July sixteenth”
“Oh well, just another year right”
“I think we should have a birthday party, for both of us. It can be a welcome-back slash I-was-in-a-coma-for-my-birthday kind of party. What do you think?” he asked with a hint of excitement in his tone.
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