en Mo comes barelling from the front door with few paper bags in

w?” she exclaims. She drops those bags on the floor and plops down

as not her first time doing shopping with Tom’s mother. B

stilled scene on the screen, she chastises, “Don’t tell me you’ve been ve

over my chest. “How cruel of y

flying my way. I catch it before it make contact with my face.

omas Henry Clarke the third,” I counter, pointing

dacity of looking sheepish after she r

nted cushion f

gets settle. “You, my friend, are

th, my friend, ain

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the foyer as Mo and I walk through the front door. “Happ

him back as tight. He a

y temple, then realeses me while still holding me at arm length. “I can’t believe you’re

ad’s sentence. He climbs down the stairs leisurely

he look back at me with so much love.

not be a D

I stand on my toes

Dad. “Come here, Bug. My t

n my birthday,” I reply with my hands ac

ce. “I have tons of work at the west co

ug is the

“And thank you.” We let g

ng as your pre

e. I got what

appears. “My Swe

or as long as I remember. She realeses me, teary-eyed. “Happ

a hand around her hip. “We’r

, the way they love and nurture us, I know I luck out

up h

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and start pounding. “It’s too early, Bry.” Tom

’t care. It’s emergency. I

es before the said door open revealin

my phone then hid myself under

she read my text convo with Nate seco

rom beneath the pill

r face burning from up here.”

r me like a dog. No, scr

ng my face. “Mo, ki

s and hold it with hers. “Yo

ld you I don’t usually date, I wasn’t easily attracted to every guy I

shrug. “I want to know more about h

not to mention he get the whole asp

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chance. Waiting for the right man is good, but you won’t know he’s right until you get to know him. Right?” Mo sw

eyes at

my fill.” She wiggles her brows again. “While you,” her finger touches my nose ligh

om, closes the door behind he

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