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“He’s not srab silverware, bring everything to the table

“He’s smarter than he acts”

“Would it be possible for him to be stupider than he acts?”

Her laugh lights up her light eyes “True” She s”

“Thanks” I sit next to her

“No” She stabs a piece of chicken, brings it to her mouth, chews, talks with her mouth full “Thank you”

My cheeks flush It’s weird, accepting gratitude

I’m not used to it

I can’t wrapit

Making Leighton dinner is a selfish decision

I want her eating with ood the food is

I want to fall asleep tonight, knowing she’s eating actual food

Knowing so care of her

I want to be that person

“You’re welcome” The words are aard on my lips