Dylan: Is Grav okay? Rhyland: She is fine. I, however, want to fling myself out the window. She talks constantly. About the dumbest shit. Extorted me twice before noon. Threw three public tantrums. Chased after a dog instead of vice versa. I’m 99.5% sure I got all my cardio for the week running after her. A smile tugged at my lips. Maybe having him as a neighbor wasn’t the worst thing to happen to me. Dylan: Welcome to toddlerhood. Rhyland: Forget welcome. When am I seeing the farewell sign?
