“Oh no. Am I in trouble?” He raised his eyebrows at me in a way I would have considered flirtatious if we hadn’t already had the just-friends talk. “The most.” Okay, maybe I was the one being flirty.
Do you remember April of 2020? I mean, I remember it happened. But every day seemed to be glommed together into one long never-ending Wednesday, and nothing was certain.
That is the truest statement I have ever heard
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