Barrett

Abel parks the truck in one of the parking spots around the square. "I'm gonna go get lunch over at Kara's. Do you want tacos today?" he asks, glancing over at me.

"No, I think I want a sandwich. Her spicy street tacos tore me up last night." Which is not a lie. I had heartburn that would've killed a lesser man. "Text me when you get done and we'll meet back here?"

"Sounds good. I told Dad we'd be taking the full hour today."

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