I pulled open the white gift box, and nestled inside was a silver bracelet. I raised my eyes to his, and he was grinning expectantly. I waited for an explanation, but after two seconds of smiling blankly at him, I squealed, “Omigosh, Josh, I love it so much—thank you!” As he insisted on putting it on me, I said nothing, dreading the rash that would cover my skin within hours. Because I’d told Josh an entire story—last week—about how silver made me break out. Yes, people sometimes forgot things, but it had been a long story that included a trip to the ER and he’d commented on how if we’d been
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OH HECKS NO
HE GOT HER SILVER JEWELRY
NOW THIS I DRAW THE LINE
AS A GOLD GIRLY IF ANYBODY EVER GOT ME SILVER ESPECIALLY SINCE IN THIS SITUATION WHERE SHE BREAKSOUT THEY WOULD HAVE TO GO AND CLEARLY DON'T CARE ABOUT ME
