And I’m sure whoever he ends up with will never let him go.” “Why can’t that be you?” she asks, reaching across the table to snag the apple Art set out for her. She shoves it in her bag, which she pulls up from the back of the chair into her lap. My phone saves the day, rattling loudly against the table as my alarm sounds. “We gotta go.”
Yeah, why can't it be you? I really don't get why she doesn't think so
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Sara
