At Katie's suggestion, we bought ice cream and walked to the park at dusk with the dog and lay down on the lawn. The cool breeze smelled of all the green things exhaling at once, and sometimes a warmer pocket of air would tumble through the chill, hinting at the true summer yet to come.
A bat careened through the quickening dusk, diving for bugs beneath faint glimmering stars. The grass itched on my legs and back where my shirt rode up, and Katie asked, "What if the bat came down and ate my face?"
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