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writetomyheart2019-04-14 10:08 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2019-04-14 10:08 pm
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[team two] the same book
I’m sorry I’m a day late—this weekend (and week) have just been chaos.
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ext_4265261, you’re up.
“Who's being maudlin now?” Jill says, elbowing Eustace in the ribs.
“Shut up,” he says, poking at the maraschino cherry on the top of his milkshake with the plastic straw. It's making a mess of the whipped cream, smearing a red train in the wake of its carnage.
“He was a waste of time anyway,” Jill says, trying to be sympathetic without going into how much she’d disliked Eustace’s latest date.
“I guess.” Eustace sighs heavily, curling over to rest his face on his forearms. “Why do I even bother?”
The question is probably metaphorical, but Jill honestly agrees. “You should take a break from dating,” she suggests, leaning over to rest her head on Eustace’s shoulder. “You always have me, anyway.”
“Thanks for being my best friend,” Eustace says, voice muffled by his arms. He sniffles.
ext_4265261, you’re up.“Who's being maudlin now?” Jill says, elbowing Eustace in the ribs.
“Shut up,” he says, poking at the maraschino cherry on the top of his milkshake with the plastic straw. It's making a mess of the whipped cream, smearing a red train in the wake of its carnage.
“He was a waste of time anyway,” Jill says, trying to be sympathetic without going into how much she’d disliked Eustace’s latest date.
“I guess.” Eustace sighs heavily, curling over to rest his face on his forearms. “Why do I even bother?”
The question is probably metaphorical, but Jill honestly agrees. “You should take a break from dating,” she suggests, leaning over to rest her head on Eustace’s shoulder. “You always have me, anyway.”
“Thanks for being my best friend,” Eustace says, voice muffled by his arms. He sniffles.