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  〝 you totally hated me! come on, you were probably the president of the "we hate mj" club. 〞  @semprvirens

she can feel her face flush with embarrassment, looking ashamed. ‟ i didn't hate you, s'little strong of a word. ” foot in mouth, harley! ‟ i was more intimidated than anything. ”

  〝 made it in one piece, didn't i. 〞  reclaiming the space stolen, he meanders into their home.  〝 you save me any? 〞

she did, of course, have a plate saved for joel ─ meticulously presented & covered in saran wrap, waiting to be devoured ; but resentment coiled in the pit of her stomach, and she wasn't quite ready to resume her role as doting girlfriend just yet. ‟ no. ” she avoids eye-contact, suddenly finding the cracks in the vinyl flooring to be of better interest. ‟ you could have at least called. let me know whether or not you were coming home. i can't keep leaving the door unlocked all night. ”

  〝 who are you, my mother? 〞  now there's an image. he winces, a last drag of his cigarette and he flicks it onto the gravel road outside.  〝 could've just gone to bed, harls. 〞

there's a pause, lips parting with a sigh before taking a few short strides toward the elder, thumb &. forefinger gently grasp his chin, angling his head slightly; inspecting for damage. ‟ were you at least on your best behavior ? ” the question is in jest, the padding of her thumb grazing his lower lip before a small kiss is placed upon the same flesh.