"He talks too much. The J-boys are quiet. Just how I like them." Yet she wasn't moving away, watching him as he smiled at her, wondering, for just a moment, what it would be like to wake up to that. To have him smiling at her and for her to believe it was for her. "You and Trish are like a broken record. 'Try going on more than a liquid diet, Jessica', 'You look like a drunk hobo, Jessica', 'You just walked through your door. Again. Jessica...'."
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