"Hi, Penelope. Thanks for coming over..."
Oh no. I knew this speech. I knew this speech all too well. He was about to tell me the other night meant nothing and that we wouldn't speak about it again. He was about to tell me to back off. And I suppose he's right. He has a wife to think about. It's not like we're teenagers anymore just mucking about. We're adults now... apparently.
High School Dreams - Part Three
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