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Day’s Verse:
Listen! My lover!
Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.
My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Look! There he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.
Song of Solomon 2:8-9
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Guilt was a prime component of the rest of Summer’s meal. She barely tasted her food, and whenever Hunter looked at her, which was often, she cringed and tried to smile. She should have known she’d imagined things; no man would be so sleazy as to cheat on his girlfriend with the girlfriend’s best friend. That was for cheap romance novels and bad romantic comedies, or Shakespearean tragedies where everybody dies in the end anyway. In real life, Summer and Hunter would continue building their relationship and Summer would keep hoping for something more. They’d spent so much time together the last few weeks, she felt like she knew him almost better than he knew himself.