“Okay, we’re almost there.” With a firm hand on John’s arm, careful to avoid the bandage over his chocolate burn, I led him blindfolded down the corridor.
One hand searched the empty air in front of us; the other reached back and gripped my shirt. “You really don’t have to do this, Rodney. You know that, right? I don’t need a date. I’m completely
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*happysigh*
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