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They’re picking out Halloween pumpkins when Cat casually mentions it, leaning against the barn door at the farmers’ market that’s the only acceptable place to pick out seasonal produce. She has her sunglasses on despite the gloom, despite the fact Kara points out they draw more attention than not wearing them would. Cat has her habits, and she’s dealt with fame far longer than she cares to talk about, so Kara lets her be.

“It’s my year, with Carter. I had Christmas last year, so Thanksgiving this one. We don’t usually do much, just the two of us. Still, I thought you’d like to be part of it?”

Kara’s heart sinks just a fraction as she smiles. Cat has gotten much better at asking instead of just making hurricane-like plans and sweeping Kara up in them. They’ve been dating since the spring, and it’s a semi-public secret that Kara isn’t sure how they’re pulling off, but she’ll endure just about anything from paparazzi or the internet for the sudden feeling of Cat’s arm around her waist, pulling Kara close. 

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