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I chose a simple blue sundress with yellow polka dots and capped sleeves. I paired it with yellow high heels and a tiny yellow bow tucked into my low bun. Nothing special, but from the dark look in Arlo’s expression, he appreciates the outfit.
“I know, but . . . God, I guess I—” “Judged me before you got to know me?” “Hey.” I point my finger at him as we reach my car. “You judged me, too. Probably even worse.” He shakes his head. “No, it’s my job to make sure
stfu we all know you hated her for no reason. it's not ur job to hate greer bc she's better than you
“My running shoes have been lighting up the streets lately. It’s helped, though. Helps me think.” “Yeah? What are you thinking about?” I ask, taking a bite of my cookie. Dear God, these are good. Turning toward me, chocolate chip cookie in hand, Arlo says, “You.”
“I don’t want you to be mad at Arlo. He did the right thing. As always, he put the kids first.” Easy for her to say. “Yes, he did.” I give her a soft smile, suck in a deep breath, and stand from my chair. “Thank you for being open and honest with me.”