I opened the letter.
I read it over the phone.
He called his family.
He came home.
I did a jig in the bathtub.
He threw his head back, grinning face to the ceiling.
We danced to Fergie's.
We drank beer.
We planned adventures on bar napkins.
We gobbled food and laughed.
We’re going to Ireland together.
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