Darling,
seven
“So let me repeat this, excuse me,” William frowns. “She’s back?”
“For fuck’s sake, William,” Max cries, dramatically falling back in his chair at the café down the street from morning classes. “She’s back.”
“Why?” William ignores him, trying to lock eyes with Collin.
“She doesn’t say,” he groans, rubbing his face. “Something about never leaving.”
“Bullshit,” Max shakes his head. “You’re letting her stay?”
“I guess so.”
“Why?”
“She has nowhere to go.”
“What about wherever she was before?”
“She says that was temporary, that she couldn’t go back,” he picks at his blueberry bagel for a moment, piling the crumbs into a small pyramid. “I don’t know.”
“For fuck’s sake, William,” Max cries, dramatically falling back in his chair at the café down the street from morning classes. “She’s back.”
“Why?” William ignores him, trying to lock eyes with Collin.
“She doesn’t say,” he groans, rubbing his face. “Something about never leaving.”
“Bullshit,” Max shakes his head. “You’re letting her stay?”
“I guess so.”
“Why?”
“She has nowhere to go.”
“What about wherever she was before?”
“She says that was temporary, that she couldn’t go back,” he picks at his blueberry bagel for a moment, piling the crumbs into a small pyramid. “I don’t know.”
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bs.