Today's prompt words in bold.
Jerick twists his head, a radar antenna on alert; pacing, like a caged animal, escape impossible, unsure how long he can protect the diminishing space he champions as his own. He stares at the ticket to Vegas, the one she purchased, the one with the note that says "Love you. Next stop, the chapel. YAY!" (55 words)
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