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When he started getting dressed, I turned away to theand clutched h Hate that he’s leaving again Hate that this could be goodbye

I wanted to ask if I’d see hiain, but before I could, he spoke from the door

"Stay safe, princess"

I forced myself to answer, "Bye, Greyson"

How can I know so little about someone and yet need hiot another kind of call, and with it, an offer for

I ask Pandora as we settle in the office, "So what do you think, is it a good offer?"

Her answer is to askbut the truth, that it needs to go and I probably need to sell everything but the shirt on my back, and even then the math may not add up, but I just can’t tell her "It’s impractical"

"Dude, you live for the iot flooded! It squeaks now"

"Which is cute considering you squeak too"

"Urgh, you’re i shit and you wouldn’t need to sell your car See this shirt? I do so it three times a week I only need a couple of these and that’s it See these boots? They’re nature I don’t need another pair of shoes"

"This is not a shopping problem, it’s a different kind of problem"

"What, like an addiction?" Her brorinkles with concern

"I want to sell it, that’s all," I mumble

"Want to sell, or need ?" Perceptive dark eyes suddenly probe into me in silence "I have an idea Sell the necklace your boyfriend gave you"

"Pfft! Don’t think so!" I wave that off with one hand, then I become somber "I want to sell ood offer, Pan?"

"I’ decorator like you, I don’t know shit about cars Ask your dad Hell, ask your precious boyfriend"

"You knohat? I will! I will ask hihted to hear from me" I pull ed him off to your parents’ Really," Pandora says, then she clucks at rily cry, slapping her with a client’s newly upholstered pilloas checking for quality

I’ to tell her shit anymore

I won’t even explain to her the co?

We’re having sex, that’s e’re doing

But I don’t want it to be just sex

I don’t kno many secrets Greyson keeps, but he has a secret room, and he refuses to talk on the phone near me, both of which are odd Still, I have a secret of my own, so it’s not exactly fair to feel this way I would love to tell him, and only him, about mine Yet at the same time I pray he’s the lastor sleeping with or whatever, a guy whose respect and adroup of mobsters for ht you had? How to tell hiive you an extension--of their dicks--if you didn’t pay on tiht in the alley I could never tell this to anyone out loud

I check o when he visitedto visit, and he’d said Me