by Sarah » 12/14/2019 12:45 PM
“Are you going to be okay with them?” Grace asked lowly. You weren’t sure her intentions were as pure as her words, but you appreciated her all the same for it.
“I’ll be okay,” you assured her, but you knew the look you gave her was telling of how you really felt. Your heart was in your throat. Anxiety more than anything. She stepped out and closed the door behind her.
Tommy stretched, rolling his head, and spreading his arms on the back of the booth. He was considering you and the butterflies reappeared in your stomach. Your hands flexed at your side as you made a conscious effort to not fidget.
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-G̵u̴i̶d̶e̶ m̸̹̍e̶̫͝ ȋ̴͙̗͒͗ņ̸̈͂ţ̶̯̣̥̦̎͗͒ổ̴̭̙̻̄̉ D̸̡̛̦̗̋͗̊̃̌̕͜ä̴̡̳̬͔̩̳̫͔̯̙͔̬͉̱̯̊̄̒̏ŗ̷̟̱͚̻̠̠͔̥̺͔͔̰͙̝͉̃̆͊̉ͅk̸̡̡͔̫̼̱̬̭͓̮͙͔̀̑̇̊̐̊͆̍̏̃ͅn̴̢̫͔͕̤̖̳̠̘̩̙̍͋͌́̍̊̈̓̂́̈̕̕͘͝͝ȇ̶̢̢̡̛̦͓̟̾̈̐̐̈́͊̑͠͝s̵̢̧̛͉̼̮̫̝̰̟͙̭̦͇̮̥͈͖̅͋͑̾̈͋̐͘͝s̴̨̢̧̨͚̗̗̹̱̞͉͖̻̰̹͓̲̎̊̒̈́̿̏͑͝͝-
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