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 Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2020 9:02 pm
"Hmm? And why is that? Is something in particular keeping you at home?" This time, Derryl was a little curious about that. Besides the fact that he couldn't recall at all if Myles had a license or not. The subways and buses still worked just fine now, didn't they?
So perhaps a person? Perhaps that b*****d Jeremy liked to hold him home like a strange little hostage to 'protect him'.
No, no, he promised himself he wouldn't get riled up today.
"I'm sure I can be a good boy and wait a while. Best things for last after all. But did you think about what you wanted to eat? Can't keep you up all night if your belly's not full."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2020 7:47 pm
"No! Nothing's keeping me at home," he said, smiling. "But there's not a festival in town, not like this. And--it's different. Going alone and going with someone. It's special. Um. I just like it a lot. With you."
He looked around at the stalls, genuinely not sure what he wanted to eat, but he blurted the first thing that he saw: "Funnel Cake? And, um. Corn Dogs. I'll eat anything, Derryl, I'm not picky. But it seems like it would be a shame not to eat all this deep fried food. It all smells so good. I could probably eat some of everything and not be full."
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