seventy-five

Izzy looked at Emma, thinking, and then shrugged as if she was disappointed. “I mean it,” she said. “We should.”

“And I meant it too. What are you on about?”

“Oh, nothing. That just sounded… polite.”

“Polite like I’d say yes and then never do it?”

Izzy shrugged.

“I’ll do it. How about tomorrow?”

Izzy grinned. “All right.”

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