Chapter Seventeen
*Sam*
This morning just doesn’t sit right with me, from the moment I woke up I was in a grump, and not the I haven’t had my coffee yet type but the I just made a fool of myself last night স্ল্যাশ have to face people I don’t want to face স্ল্যাশ where the hell are my favourite jeans grump.
Elena watches me slump around the room and I try to act more… chipper, I don’t know, আরো like me. Not this woman, this grown woman, who can barely put one foot in front of the other, who’s brain is racing so fast I can barely speak without stumbling over the words.
I groan in frustration....
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