Beyond the Headlines: Catching the Craigslist Killer Page #2

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Aromatic?

There you go.

See? You know this stuff.

You just got to trust yourself. Okay.

-Okay.

-Take these.

-Close your eyes.

-Okay.

And really feel them.

-Feeling them.

-Right.

-Last chance. Final bets.

-I want that one.

-Red seven.

-Yes.

-Oh, my God!

-We got a winner here.

That's insane. Look at that.

-Oh, my God.

-Wow.

I know this is probably way too late,

but you're not dating anyone, right?

Well, I was dating Leonardo DiCaprio,

then he moved to Hollywood

and got all famous, so I dumped him.

-Right.

-Yeah.

So, I think we're good.

-What are you doing for lunch?

-When?

I don't know. The next 50, 60 years?

-Well, I have to check my book, but...

-Okay.

-Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait.

-What? Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, just wait.

Hi.

Welcome home.

-All right.

-Let's go inside. It's cold.

You're still cold?

Heat.

-You cold?

-Yeah.

Give me your hands.

My mom used to do this

to keep my hands warm when I was little.

This may be the cutest thing ever.

Have you told your parents

we've moved in together yet?

-Philip, I'm...

-Look, it's important to you, okay?

So it's important to me.

-I know. And I'm gonna tell them. I promise.

-Okay.

I just don't wanna deal with the

"You're so young.

You've only known him for six months.

"Are you sure about this?" Blah, blah, blah.

But I promise you, I'm gonna tell them.

Okay.

Hey, I have an idea.

How about we stop unpacking,

order Chinese food and study together?

Well, that sounds nice.

But I got a study group tonight I got to go to.

Microanatomy.

-Boo.

-Right?

And the worst part is,

it's probably gonna go all night,

so I wouldn't wait up for me either.

But we can celebrate tomorrow.

I'm a med school widow already.

I knew this would happen.

You're not. Stop.

Well, can you at least drop these off for me?

What, are those applications?

Yep. I only have one more to go.

All right, all right.

Well, you're getting into B.U.,

so I wouldn't stress it.

-I like you.

-I like you, too.

-Do you really have to go?

-Yeah, I do.

But I will kiss you right when I get home.

-Okay?

-Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Bye.

Bye.

I feel like a tourist.

Just, you know, squint your eyes,

and then pretend you're in Paris.

Say what?

-lt means I'm freezing my butt off.

-Does it?

Well, here. Put your hands in my pockets.

What are you doing?

How's that? Is that better?

Much better. Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'm gonna start calling you Pocket.

-How about that?

-What's in here?

Driver, will you stop the carriage

for a second?

What's going on?

-You trust me?

-Should l?

Megan McAllister,

I love you with all of my heart.

Will you marry me?

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