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Not just someone

The one

Mollie Callister

Her hand is raised as if she were getting ready to knock Apparently, I catch her by surprise, evidenced by her little yip and ju on his haunches and entirely in tune with her He’s rarely walked on a leash, and he’s the best-trained dog I’ve ever seen

And God… Mollie looks great, like a fucking breath of fresh air But then again, she always does Like sunshine and war

Yes, my inner dork waxes poetic about this woman—my best friend in the entire world

I let out a whoop of surprise, drop Nalia’s case onMollie by the waist When I pick her up, her ar her around in a welco

“What are you doing here?” I exclai I’m incredibly happy to see her It’s been alah to watch

Mollie laughs, and fuck… that s dimples on either side of her mouth

As I bend to let her feet touch the ground, otten about Nalia When I turn, I find her watching us with a genuine s more than a hookup between us After we just spent all weekend fornicating, she doesn’t even show the slightest bit of insult that I’ another woman

Still, I feel a little aith Mollie showing up right as another wo Not that Mollie would think badly of me We’re best friends… and, over the years, we’ve shared stories of our dalliances with other people

It’s what friends do, right?

Iwhat Mollie is to“Nalia… this is Mollie Callister, e And Mollie… this is Nalia Raymond She’s… um…”

“A friend,” Nalia says genially, holding her hand out to Mollie

“Really great to meet you,” Mollie replies as they shake She nods down to her dog “This is Samson”