edical advice. I couldn't sta

lothes strewn, takeout cont

droom, rubbing his eyes.

. How was the...

swer, he waved a

Her family's bankrupt, creditors are after her. Poor ki

ed from behind

d band t-shirts. It hung off her

ccharine smile plastered on he

the matching pair to mine,

a look

uh, didn't have any pajamas. I

Ethan and I, we go way back. We practically grew up together. We even

and was laced with undeniab

t him. Married life has made him so seriou

ing around. Your si

asy intimacy, a wave o

the bathro

the small trash

even used co

, carelessl

nched. My vi

g sickness still bad, huh? Let me get you s

ok on his face. "Oh, uh, we're out o

d with the nausea, especially the organi

n the doorway, mun

them all to me. You know us performers, we get these weir

an. "E, you're terrible! You know S

oice dripping with false symp

lame me. It's all my fau

ed my ha

s just a few blueberries. You live in my house, eat my food, sp

body ached from the D&C

second thought. Now, because I pulled my hand

ng in my face because his

t. Just apologize to Tiffany, a

ate my blueberries!" My voice trembled w

ould know better. Tiffany... she's sen

ia. A childhood trauma, locke

owards the small, windowless ho

eady to apologize. When you decide

Ethan, maybe locking her i

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ked shut. The

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any's giggle, followed by Ethan's low mu