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he’s missing you. Put on a shirt that has your smell on it, a few pictures of you, little keepsakes that remind him of the dates you’ve been on, that kind of stuff. Anything that will make him think of you.” I felt like a moron for not thinking of it myself.
    “Okay, I think I can do that. I have about an hour until he comes, so I basically have no time to get this together. Therefore, I’m going to go do that. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
    I was going to go to classes and study like normal. At least until Fin let me know that he was in the air and gone.
    “Good luck, lover. Call me.”
    I dashed up to my place, dropped off my school stuff, and started rushing around my apartment, gathering things for the Marisol Kit. First to go was the tank I’d worn last night. I spritzed it with a tiny bit of my perfume. I wanted to include pictures, but most of what I had was on my phone, so I took a few selfies and then used my photo printer. I’d filtered them in black and white, and they weren’t the greatest, but they’d do.
    I found a takeout menu from the restaurant we had lunch at today and added that. What else, what else?
    I thought about putting the rubber duck in, but he’d given that to me, and I wanted to keep it. But there was a cute little novelty store not that far from my place. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door.
    I was a woman on a mission.
     

     
    “I have a surprise for you,” I said after Fin had given me the requisite sprig of lilacs and purple vase to hold them in. “I wanted to get you something that you could take with you.” I handed him the purple wooden box with a huge white bow on it.
    “You didn’t have to get me anything,” he said, undoing the bow.
    “You get me things all the time. Why can’t I get you stuff? Besides, I didn’t buy some of the things anyway. You’ll see.” He looked at the box as if it contained a bomb. “Just open it.”
    He did, and I gleefully waited for his reaction.
    “It’s a Marisol Kit,” I said as he pulled the items out, one by one.
    There was the tank top and the pictures, along with a purple duck that had a little white bowtie, the takeout menu, a postcard with a picture of lilacs on it with a little note from me, a little coil of rope, a DVD of Casablanca , a pin that said “Spank Me,” and a card with my phone number, email address, and physical address all written on it.
    He looked at each of the things carefully before putting them back in the box and shutting it.
    “Come here,” he said, holding his arms open. I fell into them, and he held me so hard I thought he was going to squeeze the air out of me.
    “I’m going to miss you so much,” he said in my ear. “So much.”
    “Me too.” He sniffed and I wondered if he was crying. I felt like I wanted to.
    He let me go and wiped his eyes with his hand. “That was not how I planned for tonight to go, but you derailed my plans, Mari Cherry.” He wrapped his hands around my waist.
    “My bad,” I said, not the least bit sorry. “But you like it?”
    “It’s perfect. And I have to confess that I got you something to remember me as well, but it’s back at my place. Are you ready to go?”
    “Yeah.” He picked up the box and tucked it under his arm, taking my hand with his free one.
    Carl greeted me with a huge smile, and I realized that I was going to miss him as well. These past few weeks had changed my life so much. I couldn’t imagine going back to life pre-Fin. God, things had been so boring. I’d just been going through the motions. Yes, I loved school and I still did, but Fin had reignited my passion for just being alive. Everything was better when I was with him. I hoped that didn’t change.
    I stayed close to Fin the whole drive. I couldn’t pull myself away from him. How was I going to do this tomorrow?
    No. No. I wasn’t going to think about tomorrow. I was going to live in this exact moment. And this one. And this one. Fin was still here, and he was