and I started moving faster and faster, the only thing escaping Geraldine's lips random fish names. "Trout. Salmon. Eel. Dolphin. Carp. Guppy. Catfish. Bass. Neon tetra. Cod. Pilchard. Cuttlefish. Tuna. Barracuuuuuuuuuuda!"
I took in the most simple of decorations adorning the walls and the cake on the table that was nothing but a bland, white sponge. A sponge. With nothing but strawberry filling at his heart.
I’m actually disappointed in Darius for this. Come on now
Darius was standing close enough to Tory for them to be sharing body heat without quite touching each other. Instead of watching any of the fireworks, his gaze was fixed on her, this look of longing on his face that made my soul hurt.
Ugh
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