I snatched the paper off the table, rolling my eyes at him. Stop being a little shit and check the fucking ticket, Lillian,” he repeated. “With the way you’re acting I just might. “Why? Are you leaving this afternoon, big man?”
“You do not get to turn this conversation into a way to get laid! I’m closed up, buddy!” “Is that all I do now?” he arrogantly replied. Nothing has changed between us except NOW you tell me you love me!” “You booked your flight back already? And you haven’t even told me! This is exactly what I’m talking about! You don’t include me in anything.
It was then that I noticed it was an airline ticket. He laid the sheet of paper he’d been holding on the coffee table. In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died
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