[He gives a dramatic sigh and looks at his interloper currently singing on top of his book abandoned on the bed. “Jacob says you’re beautiful. He’s usually right about these things.” Then goes back to his phone.]
I told her
She’s standing on my book. Also she’s not a child. But maybe. As long as she doesn’t start reciting the lurid parts
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I told her
She’s standing on my book. Also she’s not a child.
But maybe.
As long as she doesn’t start reciting the lurid parts