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Getting shot down senior year had been rough, but I’d learned to live within the boundaries of our relationship.
huh!
His Batman t-shirt wasn’t as baggy as I’d have liked. Being a double D did wonders for filling out a guy’s XL t-shirt, not that anyone would be able to see it, since I didn’t exactly have a bra. I kept his hoodie zipped up high and walked with my arms propping up the girls—I looked like I was smuggling two puppies under the sweatshirt.
I followed his gaze and with horror-movie realization saw the spot on the front of my pants. The slightly damp, definitely not pee spot as I stood with his daughter’s arm wrapped around me. I jolted, jumping back and pulling Marisa’s arm from around me and dropping my hands in front of me.
omg so embarrassing!!!
