She drops down onto the mat, the laughter in her eyes outshining the glow of her smile. I fall into place beside her, my own expression a mirror of hers. We lie on our sides facing each other, talking and laughing like old friends - as if we've done this countless times before.
Her expression shifts for just a second. "But I'm not ready quite yet. I still need time to figure things out. It might take a long time - maybe even until I'm 90."
"Then I'll wait for you until you're 90," I respond, almost automatically. "I'll be here for you always."
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