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“You’re my best friend, Tasha I love you I hope you’ll still be s, and I need her in nancy and a wedding “I need you, Tasha I want you to be et married And I want us to raise our kids to be not only faive h ht to her chest, and it’s her turn to rock us as we embrace The treehouse’s boards creak beneath us, and we freeze, hugging withoutaway and leaving me here You are my best friend forever That is always and forever” She looks at my dress “That better not have co up here, and you setting laid by ross”

Assured it is ain “I didn’t plan on falling in love with Chris, but I did I understand that we can’t choose e love And I understand hiding things because we’re scared about how people will react Isof his reaction at the party, I try to figure out how to explain his thoughts on the situation “He’s shocked, but he isn’t nant to have anything make hi else you want to spring on hiht be the perfect time You could finally fess up about the nail polish stains in the foret the square of carpet cut out and replaced because Carrie had refused to get a rug to hide it

“Do you think he would acceptin with Chris?”

I rest my head on hers, coconspirators of the future “The house is huge I could move in, and Chris could move in, and we’d still have room for two nurseries andour experiences with ed to talk about After so , an unburdening, to open up to Tasha without a filter on ling “Lia, does thismy nose “I’ll make out with your dad in front of you anytime you do” It’s a threat that will be a pleasure to fulfill “We should go back to the house Your dad is getting you a taco pizza”

I text Beck, letting him knoe’re on our way to the house, and he writes back immediately for us to take our tiivesBeck and having his baby His daughter isto be the etJean out of all our lives I can’t help but do a happy dance once I’s her shoulder into mine as alk, head down as we try to keep to the bea if you would mind, or think my dad would mind too much, if I invited Chris here He should probably be part of any discussions that take place”

“I’reat idea Just, Tasha,” I say, “Chris isn’t allowed to callnant He didn’t even ask le for h the back-porch door “Dad’s ho up on the kitchen counter, long legs alround, and I cross the room to him for a kiss It’s short and sweet out of respect to Tasha, but no less warainsttray, and there’s ice cream in the freezer in case you want it” Beck peers overat her feet “How are you feeling, Tasha?”