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Are we friends or more than friends? – (Chapter: 1-10)
Spencer: “no, she is not” I started to walk back towards the door when I felt someone stop me
Ash: “Don’t” she looked sad “please”
Mark: “oh give me a break here; what are you going to try to get her into bed? Because I could tell you she won’t give it up”
Roger: “just get out, before I throw your ass out” mark starts to walk past me and Ashley and I don’t know what came over me
Spence :”and Mark” he turns to face me and Ashley “I’m pretty sure Ashley will be a better Fuck than you” I turn to face Ashley and planted one right on her lips and pulled away and looked at Mark right in the eyes “no definitely” he walked out slamming the door and leaving us dead in silence. What did I just do?
Amy: “okay so that was dramatic, who’s hungry?”
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When I got home everybody was in the living room.
Spencer: “hey”
Arthur: “Come sit sweaty, we need to talk” imp pretty sure this is about the divorce
I walked to the couch and sat next to Glen who had a confused look, which he always does
Mom: “it’s about grandma”
Glen: “what about grams?”
Spencer: “mom what is it?”
Arthur: “we got a call a couple of days ago” he paused looked down and grabbed mom’s hand “we don’t know how much time she has left”
Mom: “your father is flying out on Thursday morning to Ohio”
Spencer: “What about you aren’t you going?”
Mom: “I can’t I tried to look for someone to cover for me for a couple of days but there isn’t enough staff”
Glen: “dad I want to go”
Mom: “that’s the other thing I already called both of your school and everything is set if you both decided to go with dad or stay”
Grandma Carlin is the nicest, sweets most genuine person you will ever meet. She use to live here in California a couple of years back but she decided that going back to where she grew up and where the rest of her kids where was the best idea. Grandpa Carlin died when I was a little girl I don’t remember much about him but have heard so many great stories from Grams. I haven’t seen her in about three or so years when I last went to Ohio for one of my cousins weeding. How can she be dying just like that, we knew that she would get sick once in a while just like everybody else but imp guessing this time wasn’t like any other time.


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