She threatened she was going to take it back to college with her. And I frantically started reading it becuase I wanted to finish it before she left. I went to school the next day, and when I came home, she had already gone.
But the book, Crazy Love, was where I left it the previous night. On the counter with my fraying book mark sticking out both ends. Maybe she left it for me because she knew I didn't finish it; maybe she just forgot.
But I know this. Whether she left it purposely or not, at least she loves me in her subconsious:)
2 comments:
Read it!
:)
bring it to grandma's party if you finish it, please?
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