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Any ti like this before, I’ve dismissed it as tawdry and cheap and an indication of poor impulse control

After all, there are literally billions of people in the world, and the idea that anyone would argue the need to be with one, specific huistically is ridiculous

I mean, this isn’t normal

This is some Maury Povich, take-a-DNA-test kind of shit

Ryan Miller of two o understood that In fact, Ryan Miller of two oodbyes

But why the hell a so much now?

Carly returns from the bathroo Carly chews at her lip and stares at the ground, and a lued in my throat

I don’t knohat to say to break the aard tension—to bring back our easy nature and laughs And I don’t know if I ever will

The truth is it’s hard to be the voice of reason when the things going on in your own ic at all

I’ so out of control, so overcome by emotion that I can’t be rational It’s not like me, to say the least, and if I don’t find soer I’ll be able to stand it

“I feel like a forty-year-old wo both of my cheeks in her hands “A handso future stepsons in the universe Aren’t I lucky?”

Carly chokes a little, putting a hand to her throat as we all turn to look at her with concern She waves our attention away

“Baby, are you okay?” Stella asks, concerned “My goodness”

“I just sed ed throat, tears en

Gulping down spit is an everyday function, but I understand her troubles entirely Every reference toht, let alone breathe normally

Stella laughs, but strangely, she’s the only one Even Sal has a pinched mouth as he considers Carly and me closely

I avoid his eyes and try ardless of the fact that we can’t seem to look each other in the eye, I’m still desperate to protect her

Feelings don’t just disappear, it seems, as much as I always assumed they could