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We were brothers; wrestling was our love language.
“Oh. Okay, because Grace is gonna marry Asher.” I met my mom’s eyes right as a flush hit my cheeks. “What?” Mom’s lips curled in an amused smile. “Is she? What makes you think that?” “She just is. Can I have more pizza?”
He was only a year younger than me, but he’d shot past me in height a few years ago.
I need to kiss you like I need to breathe,
And now instead of a furnished apartment, I had a little box with Grace’s engagement ring.
A guy was fucking dead because of me.
You’re not going to wait for me, and we’re not getting married when I get out.” “Excuse me?”









































