“What are we doing?” he asks sitting on the lake dock.
She passes him the bottle. “I have this little ritual every spring: I sit, I drink, and I listen for frogs.”
“If hear one, I know humanity hasn’t messed the world completely up yet.”
A peep was heard.
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