There was a lot of apologizing going on, but I realized that was how it was with people you cared about. You forgave each other and moved on.
Richelle MeadWell. Like I said, I dont want to fight anymore. I dont want us to hate each other. And ... well ... I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them. No matter how I fee about us ... I want you to be happy
Richelle MeadHathaway!" Stan barked, coming from the direction of the field. "Nice of you to join us. Get in there now! You're lucky you aren't one of the first ones, " he growled.People were even making bets about whether you'd show. " "Really?" I asked cheerfully. "What kind of odds are there on that? Because I can still change my mind and put down my own bet. Make a little pocket money.
Richelle MeadAdrian's face was the picture of perfect politeness and restraint, meaning something disastrous was about to happen.
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