John ran down the porch steps to greet Katie as she arrived home for the long Easter weekend. She climbed out of the car and into his arms. “How do you always manage to get home before I do?” she asked.
“Less to pack? Or… maybe it’s because I left at the crack of dawn. I could hardly sleep last night knowing I’d see you today.”
“You’re such a romantic,” she said, tilting her head back for a kiss. “It’s good to be home. I do need a break!”
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