DELIA "Hey, Charlotte Daniels, how are you?" I asked, sipping my drink and taking peeps at her protruding stomach. It would feel nice to have life growing inside of me, that is if I ever get married. "I'm fine. What about you?" "I'm good. What brings you to my table? Last I checked, you and I never crossed paths without sneering at each other but here we are, talking calmly like we were such great friends in the past. "You're such a killjoy, you know that? Why did you bring that up now? I knew this was a waste of time." She sighed. "Fine, I'm sorry. It just seemed suspicious. I see you got married and from the looks of it, you are doing well for yourself. Congratulations." I smiled. "Thank you, I guess. Yeah, I got married to the one person I couldn't stand in school." She shrugged and smiled. "Don't tell me. Weston?! You married Weston? What happened to the hot ladies you used to hang out with?" "The sexuality stuff was all in my head. I realized I just wanted to feel among a
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