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Just Another Night at the Manor
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2024-10-29 19:42:56The flight back to Boston lasted but a heartbeat, while I tried to recap all my comings and goings and twists with Brandon for Amy and Trisha.
“At least you’re coming home with a happy ending of sorts,” Amy concluded. “That’ll help you through the next days.”
“Yeah,” I muttered with a deep breath.
She was right. I could still be exhilarated about how things had turned out with Brandon, but that didn’t change what the next days held in store.
I was surprised when Trisha said she wasn’t coming back to the Manor with me.
“I don’t wanna be a nuisance on such sensitive days, so I’m staying with Padme this week. She broke up with her boyfriend, so I won’t be ruining any mood. Call me if you need me, okay?”
“Don’t you want the ride?”
“No offense, but the red beast is cooler to go around town.”
I hugged her tight and
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