❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“I’m sick of lying to you. You deserve to know the truth.”
“So umn, it’s kind of possible that Gabe and I are like–” Delia cut herself off mid sentence, unable to get the words out without completely e m b a r r a s s i n g herself in the process. “Look, can you just write me a prescription for birth control, or something? P l e a s e.”
“You had b e t t e r not be serious,” Teddy said lowly, knowing full well that she was. Incensed, she forced herself to close her eyes and take a deep breath before speaking again. “Please tell me you’re joking. Cordelia, are you really that s t u p i d ?”
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