“You’re lucky,” she says when I climb on. “He’s hot, intelligent, and cherishes you. Basically everything a woman wants.”
Am I lucky? I guess I am, to a degree...
“There is some measure of luck to it all,” I agree, holding on as Wren careens around a bend. “But I deserve to be loved well, Wren. And so do you.”
❤️🩹
— Oct 14, 2024 06:55AM
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