Sunday, October 16, 2016

Eleven Miles of Night: Reading #124:

“What about you, though?” Terrence persisted. “The only girl I can remember you going out with was Melinda O’Connor. And that was only for prom, and that was only as friends because neither one of you had a date. And you admitted to me afterward that nothing happened, that you got no more than a peck on the cheek at the end of the night.”
“Terrence,” Glenn said quietly. “Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends.”

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