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My dad is the first to look away, and I know it’s because he doesn’t want me to see the tears in his big, manly eyes. Manly eyeballs are supposed to be the consistency of sandpaper at all times.
Just breathe, Brooke. It’s just a hug, not an invitation to touch his penis.
My doggo knows I’m not the cool cucumber façade I’m putting out there. Just like Farmers Insurance, he knows a thing or two, because he’s seen a thing or two.
“You’re clearly too nice, and perhaps, worked at Chick-fil-A at some point in your life.
Sweet Lucifer, I think the book broke my sister.