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Byron smiled as the warm corner of his heart lit up with the sight and sound of her. The bench he sat on was as comfortable as it could be. It was a wooden bench all the same, no matter how new it was. The scenery - fresh-cut, emerald grass and tall, powerful oak trees - and the bouquet of deep burgundy and light pink roses that sat beside him was about as pretty as he could hope for, aside from seeing his love on his tablet. “I’ve missed you too, Samantha. Really wish I could see you.”
“I do, too,” Samantha responded. “It’s been a while, but I know you’re busy at work.” Her warmth didn’t fade, but the melancholy was palpable even through an internet connection.
Byron’s smile faded enough to be noticeable. “Yeah. Still a lot to do. Good news is, we’re getting a lot closer to a final product, I think.
Samantha’s expression went quizzical. “Your girl or your bosses?”
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