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It feels wrong And clunky Too many syllables, too eain, above the one I’ve scratched out, and stare at it

Green, gold, and brown equals hazel In my sleep, I co funny in that drink," I accuse the book

"What’s that?"

I slaled little screa! What are you doing here?"

He jerks his thumb over his shoulder "Watchin’ ESPN with the cat Why’re you shoutin’?" His gaze drops to !" and throw the book into the top drawer ofit closed so hard the whole desk shakes

"Uh-huh That didn’t look guilty at all"

His smile is like acid on my nerves I jump up from the chair, smooth ht you left"

"You thought wrong"

He’s still looking at the drawer I threw the sonnet book into, so I lances at o For no’d you sleep?"

"Fine Aood after all that wine What was in your homemade potion?"

"It’s a secret I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you"

When I just stand there staring at hier, raw honey, flaxseed, red pepper flakes, lemon juice, B vitamins, other stuff Whips up in the blender in no time"

"You’re quite the blender master, aren’t you?"

"It was my mum’s recipe They all are" A cloud passes over his face He looks away, shifting his weight froe the obviously unwelcoh his hair and shakes his head like he’s shaking off a badplanned for today?"

"Nope"

"Good We’re goin’ shoppin’" He turns around and disappears, and now I’ rooh food for a month--"

"Not for food, lass For a dress for the holiday party"

When I stand there blinking at his "Unless you don’t want a man’s opinion on the matter I’m sure whatever you pick will be nice"

I think of what I wore to the last holiday party and cringe I thought ruffles would help hide irth, but in photos I looked like a demented pirate who’d consu better to do, that would be great"

His eyes--da better to do"

Now I’ht"Ue out of my sweats How much time d’you need?"

"Twenty minutes"

"That’s it?"

"Why do you look so surprised?"

"Nothin’ Just in et ready"

Right In his "experience" omen, which, if raphic voluot that intestinal gas look again, darlin’"

"I’ll knock on your door when I’o back intoaside my curiosity at why I’