Blakely drives like she has precious cargo in the car. She refuses to go above the speed limit, and she asks if I’m okay every few seconds. “Yes . . . I’m fine. Seriously, you don’t have to keep asking,” I say as my phone buzzes with a text. Penny: How’s it going? I’m dying to know. Do we hear wedding bells? I roll my eyes. If only she fucking knew. Posey: How were the sloppy joes? I tried the recipe because I was curious. Really enjoyed the added onions. Silas: Ha! I made them too. Fucking delicious. OC: Is it weird that I cooked them as well, but only because I want to get on Penny’s good
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