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To those of us who experienced childhood through books and stories. I’m glad we never grew up.
I accidentally fumble my coffee cup—my favorite one, too, with the #1 Captain scrawled on the side in Sam’s wobbly handwriting—and it shatters in the sink.
NORRR CLEORRR
You can’t win them all. Or even most.
Amen
“How long is Nana on vacation?” “Oh, she’s gone forever,” Bonnie says. “She’s dead?” “God, no! She moved to Aruba.”
loll
“You wished me a happy birthday, and it felt like a threat.”
Gotta do what u gotta do 🤷🏼♀️
Unknown Number: Hello Wendy Wendy: Hi! Who is this?
He does seem scary. I would b terrified if someone just texted me that
Wendy’s beautiful smile greets me once more. Those precious little dips in the corner of her mouth. The sparkle in her blue eyes, like stars staring back at me. And, God, part of me wonders if this is what Peter came home to once upon a time.
Me making her laugh? That’s a different, wonderful kind of high.
“You said you liked them,” I answer. “I do.” “Then, why wouldn’t I do something simple if you like it?”
I love reading during the summer. It’s the only time I can fully disappear into a story without the subconscious stresses of coming up with lesson plans or answering emails or dealing with people.
Yeah... I should not b reading rn
I’m packing my lunch when Wendy walks in with a bruised face. “What the hell?” My blood pressure spikes, and I’m crossing around the kitchen island in less than two seconds.
♡♡
Hey, grumpy dude! It’s fine! We can forget it!
“I like your wall of books,” Jasper compliments, breaking the silence. “I should build something like this in my home.”
Where can I find this man? Likes books AND can build a bookshelf?? Loml
Izzy sneaks me a double whiskey, neat,
🎵"I think I'll take my whiskey nEeEeEaAaTtTt🎵
It always ends with me cuddling the closest person near me or nodding along to the story of a blurry woman in the restroom and agreeing, “Yes, if you want to foster a fifth cat, you do it.”
Girls girl
“God, you’re like my star in the sky, Wendy.” “Your star?” “My North Star. Always showing me the direction I should travel. I’ve never met someone like you before.”
“Just friends?” I ask.
Girly what???
My tall, bulky, bearded man
Okayy girly I see u
“I’d let you break me, Wendy Bird,” Jasper whispers gruffly. “And I’d thank God every single day for the guilt that followed if it meant I could keep you for myself.”
We're only 55% of the way thru 😭
“Can’t wait.” “Psht. You act like you’ll read it.” I lift an eyebrow. “I would like to read your story.” Her once-teasing expression falls. “Really?” “Of course. How can I tell everyone to read it if I haven’t read it myself?” “Oh, please,” she says, pushing my arm playfully. “My future favorite author just touched me.” “Jas.” “Best day ever.”
♡
But I can’t do that—not when I’m the one taking Wendy’s place on the couch this time with Sam in my lap, simply because the cushions still smell like her soft linen scent.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “Stealing you away.” I can’t help the grin that spreads. “I was wondering when you would, Captain.” “Sorry for making you wait, Little Bird.”
