When she left for a third time and returned with a giant box, I started to get irate. "What is this?" I demanded, taking it from her. It felt like it had bricks in it. "Grandmother needs you to carry some things," Paul told me. "Yes," I said through gritted teeth. "I sort of figured that out fifty pounds ago.
Richelle MeadI sighed and stared off without any particular focus. "I miss him so much." "I'm sorry," she said. "Will it ever get better?" The question seemed to catch her by surprise. "I...I don't know.
Richelle MeadHe was almost naked too, but I hadn't quite gotten to his boxers yet. (They were silk because, honestly what else would Adrian wear?)
Richelle MeadReally, Sage? A date?โ I sighed. โYes, Adrian. A date.โ โA real date. Not, like, doing homework together,โ he added. โI mean like where you go out to a movie or something. And a movie thatโs not part of a school assignment. Or about something boring.โ โA real date.
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