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2024-10-29 19:42:56The air conditioner was blasting, and it felt like it was coming off a wave in the arctic.
Moaning in satisfaction, I slid back into the comfortable seat and enjoyed it.
“Can I talk to Brown?”
“Michael?” I sat up to blink wide eyes at him. “Why would you want to?”
“Your mother is worried about him. And I don’t like him.”
She told him that?
What else did she tell him?
“Jealousy?” I queried. Half joking. Half curious.
“Could be. But more likely I think he’s a creeper.”
“That’s valid.” I admitted grudgingly. “In my defense, I didn’t know that when I had a weak moment.”
“A few?” He glanced sideways at me. Suggesting it was more than once.
He’s right.
“A few.” I sighed.
“Should’ve called me.”
“Think you’d have taken care of it, before you knew all this?”
“Know I would’ve.” He was staring out the windshield as he navigated the roads. Not a
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