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and that I have a massive, goofy grin splitting my face in two.

I try to stop smiling, but I can’t.

“That sounds delicious. I love mac and cheese.”

“Are you being serious right now? Because I was just

going to make that for Tildy. I can get us some real adult food

to eat.”

“No. That sounds really good. I’ll have what she’s

having.”

“Okay. Uh, see you soon, then.”

“Bye.”

I hang up and walk out of the bathroom. I’m so happy

that I feel I could float straight out one of the windows if it

was open without a screen to stop me. Maybe the screen

wouldn’t even hold me back.

I do wonder, as I’m driving over to Adley’s place, why

she was so worried. She probably thought I’d be angry, but I

don’t know why. Maybe she thought that I’d think she was

lying because she just didn’t want to hang out. Maybe she’s

worried because she said she wanted to take things slow and

she was actually trying to get me to not come over because she

thought it was too fast and going to someone’s place is quite

an intimate, slightly risky thing to do. Maybe now she’s

scrambling to get Tildy to come over, but I don’t think so. She

wouldn’t have cancelled on me. I can’t see her trying to make

something up. If she didn’t want to hang out, she would have

just told me so.

I just have this strange feeling that Adley keeps waiting

for something bad to happen with us. I keep going back to the

thought that I have about someone having hurt her in the past

and those wounds still being pretty fresh and raw. Even scars

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