Citas
swear to God, that kid will whore himself out completely for a cheap laugh.
She’s quiet for several seconds, and then: “I don’t have a right to be mad.”
“What are you talking about?”
“This is your thing, Simon.”
“But you’re entitled to your emotions,”
“What are you talking about?”
“This is your thing, Simon.”
“But you’re entitled to your emotions,”
I smile back. “I’m one of the cute guys who gets you tongue-tied?”
He squeezes the steering wheel.
“You’re the cute guy.”
He squeezes the steering wheel.
“You’re the cute guy.”
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