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2021-10-12 07:57:00I am picking Ben up today like I have been doing for the past two weeks. His bike is working perfectly well but our arrangement is better. We don’t share so many classes so this is one of our chances to get a private moment before school.
The other option is to let him pick me from the house. My boyfriend might be an expert biker but I am scared to death of bikes. Ben has promised to teach me but nope, I will stick to fighting for now.
Their front door swings open and Asher runs to my car with an excitement I never feel on a Monday morning. He is always so happy and I wish I could share some of his happiness. He takes his rightful position in the front and pulls me in for a hug. Ben is not the only one who stole my heart, his younger brother did too.
“How was your weekend?” Asher asks. He breaks away from the hug and I smoothen the collar of his white T-Shirt. Ben comes out in a shirt of the same colour but with blue jeans. We
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