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"I hate this kind of food", I said, feeling grease seep through the wax-paper-wrapped hot dog onto my hand. "It's unhealthy." "So's a relationship with Patch, but that didn't stop you."

"I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. "I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I ever remember being."