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"Never thought I'd live to be one," James remarked between sips of his iced tea.
"One what?" Rosa leaned on the railing that wrapped around the front porch of their beachfront home.
"A veteran."
A thoughtful smile spread on her lips as she reflected on the years since the Reaper war. "Me neither."
"Never thought I'd get to be a lotta things, come to think of it. Just never really figured on surviving that long."
"What'd you wanna be?"
He set his drink down and tugged her into his lap. "Yours, for one."
"How 'bout a dad?"
"You wanna try?"