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Look at this. Do you know what this says?”
“Travis and Etty, surrounded by little glittery hearts?” he answers.
“No, it says we are safe. We need to do something that is unsafe.”
The frown on Travis’s face makes me think he isn’t getting it.
“The best love stories have action… adventure!” I argue.
Also, action usually raises tension. And tension usually equals a good argument.
So, that’s it. That’s my answer. We go to the Congo; we stumble upon some drug lords and bam− if that’s not conflict I don’t know what is.
Except, I can’t go the Congo because I have to work tomorrow.
But the theory is still valid.
“I would suggest skydiving, but I know because of the height issue that’s out,” I put my finger to my mouth in concentration.
“Because that’s the only reason why that wouldn’t be a good idea,” Travis says.
“Should we go to the casino and bet it all on red?” I ask.
“Have you forgotten you’re still taking overtime shifts to pay off the inflatable day of fun?” Travis argues.
“I’ve got it!” I exclaim, shooting my arms up in victory. “Let’s go drive down to the docks and see if we can witness a crime.”
“Where are ‘the docks’?” Travis says, smiling indulgently at my new idea.
“I’ve heard people say that in movies,” I say, shrugging. “I was hoping you would know where it is.
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