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“Um, like the time you jumped over the back of the couch to get the last of the ice cream? Remember that? Because I do.”
W Granny
Love… it’s like having a farm. There are times when it’s all about abundance—green pastures, breathtaking sunsets, so many strawberries that you couldn’t possibly stuff in another bite, no matter how delicious they are. But, there are a lot of times loving someone includes stumbling over a fair share of thistles. If they aren’t rooted out, it’ll grow a foot a day until everything is prickly and sharp. It’s hail and thunder and wind that can make grown trees bow and succumb. There’s slippery mud and barbed wire and weeds that strangle out everything else. So many weeds…”
There was still a possibility that Parker had temporarily gone deaf and hadn’t heard her shout my name.
Delulu
“Now that, I can believe.” “And what is that?” “That you’re a Maren.” “Congratulations. You’ve invaded my privacy and gleaned my name.”
“You know, my best friend growing up was named Maren.”
“Maren Kent.”
Kissing the crown of my head, Parker whispered into my ear, “Maren, I’ve missed you.”
Omg cute
Friends to lovers I could do. Enemies straight to star-crossed lovers? I had a hard time swallowing that trope.
Nah enemies to lovers eat and leave no crumbs
“He followed me home,” Maren muttered, tossing her head in my direction. “Like a flea on a stray dog.”
“Yeah. Do chickens have vendettas?”
Crying
I was simply Maren. His Maren.
