“It’s not often that you’re home on the weekends,” she notes. “Actually, none of you are here. Now that the girls are in their senior year and having the time of their lives, I feel like everyone has vanished.” I grunt. Not wanting to talk about the girls. More specifically—Marigold. I’m all too aware of her plans. She seems to have them all the time now. Every boy in this town has been wanting to occupy her time. My mind flashes to a little over two years ago, when Goldie accused me of not spending much time at home. It’s a little ironic considering how I feel like I never see her anymore.
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