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Except my stupid art. That’s still terrible.

I wouldn’t want to go and changetoomuch.

Unlike Derek, who quit the pharmacy, moved to a clinic closer to here, and has embraced his full mountain man persona.

“Everyone will be leaving soon,” he says, dropping his voice. “We going to have a quiet night in?”

“Sure will be.”

If all goes to plan, I’ll be making love to my fiancé in a few hours.

Or should I saywhenall goes to plan?

Because I trust Derek when he says he loves me, when he says he wants to love me forever. And I’m going to do the same for him.

I never have to worry about being alone again.