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The book of love is long and boring
Without knowing the secrets his sister was hiding, Sam felt they had come great strides in one conversation. He was leaving Evie for once not feeling angry and mumbling under his breath, but smiling and excited to see her again. He didn't even mind when she poked his face, laughed a little and rubbed his cheek.
Had she always been so affectionate?
"It's on end of the road that goes into the market. There's a bench outside, and a brown window with a blue curtain." He instructed, finding it absolutely surreal to be telling this to Evie when he had specifically wanted to live in that home to get as far away as he could from his family. "You'd be welcome."
With that said, he stood and smiled at her one last time. "Bye, Evie. Have a good day." Perhaps they'd never be at 'I love you', but that was still huge improvement on the usual.
Had she always been so affectionate?
"It's on end of the road that goes into the market. There's a bench outside, and a brown window with a blue curtain." He instructed, finding it absolutely surreal to be telling this to Evie when he had specifically wanted to live in that home to get as far away as he could from his family. "You'd be welcome."
With that said, he stood and smiled at her one last time. "Bye, Evie. Have a good day." Perhaps they'd never be at 'I love you', but that was still huge improvement on the usual.
No one can lift the damn thing
