The Weight of the Visit“I prefer not to imagine my conception.”She was a little mopey now as she twirled the ice cube with her fingernail that was chewed down to the meat. “Dre, I’m so tired of this. Of all of this. This dirty little town. I’m tired of having **in-laws and family dynamics** that […]
“I HAVE **BAD NEWS** and bad news,” Shadi texted me the next morning, triggering a wave of **anxiety** and curiosity.“Which should I hear first???” I replied. I sat up slowly, careful not to rouse Gus. To say we’d fallen asleep on the couch felt like a misrepresentation of the truth; in reality, I’d had to
WHEN I WOKE, I did not have a hangover, but I did have a text from Shadi, reading, He has a whole RACK of vintage luxury hats!!! And how would you know that? I texted bacI climbed off the couch and went into the kitchen. While I still hadn’t gathered enough courage to go upstairs,
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