When do you leave?” she asked.	His fingers paused. “Labor Day weekend.”	So soon. Only two and a half weeks away. She nodded, going for a joke. “Good. That’s about when I was planning on getting sick of you, anyway.”	“Pfft. I’m already counting down the minutes until I can make my escape from this room.”	“It’s your room.
Julie James, The Thing About Love
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