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September 24 - September 24, 2023
Or a Funko Pop collection?
dont hate on the funkos man
You were really brave. You saved your own life. You were your own hero. I thought you should know that.”
“Man, I can’t thank you enough for saving my Elizabeth.”
i will cut your dick off
Disappointment flashes in Wade’s eyes for a second before he recovers.
this man is so precious
“Take care, Elizabeth. I’m happy you’re gooder and hope you continue getting gooder.”
so freaking sweet
I’m here with you every step of the way.” She sticks her tongue out at me, segueing into joke mode.
“Because you love me or because I would’ve gone out in the most dramatic way ev-ah?”
The end of my foot looks like a misshapen Wendy’s hamburger.
There wasn’t enough skin to wrap around the stump and stitch it closed, so my wound is open and has to be packed with moist dressing twice a day while it heals.
im going to puke everywhere
Until you can get back on your feet, she keeps saying, God love her.
“You tricked me,” I say. “I thought you were taking that evil squeezey leg cuff off and my catheter out because I was being the model patient, not because you were going to force me to do something I’m not ready to do.”
Dani snorts. “Elizabeth has a bit of an entitlement problem,”
Although, I secretly think I’m the awesomest.
“Big girl went pee in the potty,” Dani says. “I hate you,” I trill lovingly.
doing three drag shows a week,
okay slay
Be emotionally stable, fucker.
“You’re missing Liam and his penis, huh?”
I’ve been having some pretty steamy dreams involving Alex, Wade, and me on the porch swing.”
“But if he breaks your heart again I’m gonna castrate him with a lasso.”
C’mon, girl. Do it for love. Do it for normalcy. Do it for potentially satisfying, if not totally awkward sexytimes.
your about to be crushed girl. dont do it!!
“—Hazel.”
called it.
“If I could kick you in the dick right now, I would.”
Sometimes I need someone new to think about to get me going.”
die die die
No more moist dressing is required,
gag
“Of course. I don’t expect you to be footloose and fancy free all of the time.”
“The ham and gruyere croissant is gooder.
“I didn’t either! I don’t know how to people. I’m practically a shut-in.”
Wade blushes fantastically, making the freckles across the bridge of his nose stand out.
“Uh, no, recently divorced. I stopped wearing my wedding band about a month ago.”
“Dani’s overshare disease must be contagious.”
Wade reaches across the table and takes my good hand. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now.”
“I’m a good judge of character. Besides, you’ve already bled all over me, which I’m sure is a bonding ritual or something in some culture.”
You can’t get started on what’s next if you’re afraid of losing what’s familiar.”
“I love you, kid, like a daughter. You need anything, you let me know.”
I mostly watch home improvement shows in the evening.
“Hmm. Smells fine. Like roses. I was kind of hoping for eau de sweaty fireman.”
“That’s weird,” says Wade from the doorway. “I made a point to Febreze the hell out of the bed so it specifically wouldn’t smell like sweaty fireman.”
“I like my shirt,” I say, petting it. “There’s Chewie.”
“All I’m saying is, if you need to get back on the horse, sexually speaking, Wade is a good horse to get on.”
god i love dani
“Good. You need to mourn your old life in order to move on.”
I stand and run my fingertips over his back and then, before I even fully understand what I’m doing, I push his shirt up and press my lips to his skin between his shoulder blades.
dear god girl back off
Wade stares into my eyes, searching, and then he bends his face to mine, kissing me ever so softly.
what the hell-
I look into his eyes.
okay yall are making out but this is only the 4th time youve ever seen each other
You know what else is an excellent idea? More making out with the gorgeous fireman.”
I’m anticipatory as fuck when it comes to needing sexy underwear. I’m, like, gifted psychically.” “The multi-talented Dani Walker, ladies and germs,”
I barely have boobs and she’s got boobs fer days.
“I get it. You don’t have to jump in feet first…” “I can’t jump.” “You want to get your feet wet…” “Put my best foot forward?” I say.
“I’m gonna Google it,” she scoffs. “You have trust issues.” “Duh.” She grabs her phone.
“You’re more concerned with how your ex-boyfriend who broke up with you right after you sustained a life-altering injury feels than you are with yourself?”
She hands me her Southwest credit card. “Use this. I’ll accrue miles and you can pay me back when you can stand on your own two feet.”
