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Everyday Reina felt stronger. Everyday she mulled over different possibilities for her life.
Today, she found herself having an internal argument. Getting off early from her internship, she came home to find she had the house to herself. Unaware of where Derrick was, she set off to start making them a huge dinner, so that they could have the leftovers for the upcoming week.
While she was cooking, however, she began talking aloud, answering her own thoughts.
Maybe there's more to this living situation... Maybe he asked you to that ball last year for a reason.
"Mmmm no, no, he was just looking for someone to go with him. A friend," she muttered, chopping some onions.
Yeah, to an outsider, it might look a bit insane, but of course, it could look a lot worse... here it comes.
But he's always so good to me... He's always there for me.
Now the smell of the onions was starting to get to her. "It's nothing," she sniffed, "It's friendship."
But he's pretty nice to look at...
"Well, yeah, he is," she giggled, sniffing again, dumping the onions into a bowl, already containing a mixture of cheese and egg.
Today, she found herself having an internal argument. Getting off early from her internship, she came home to find she had the house to herself. Unaware of where Derrick was, she set off to start making them a huge dinner, so that they could have the leftovers for the upcoming week.
While she was cooking, however, she began talking aloud, answering her own thoughts.
Maybe there's more to this living situation... Maybe he asked you to that ball last year for a reason.
"Mmmm no, no, he was just looking for someone to go with him. A friend," she muttered, chopping some onions.
Yeah, to an outsider, it might look a bit insane, but of course, it could look a lot worse... here it comes.
But he's always so good to me... He's always there for me.
Now the smell of the onions was starting to get to her. "It's nothing," she sniffed, "It's friendship."
But he's pretty nice to look at...
"Well, yeah, he is," she giggled, sniffing again, dumping the onions into a bowl, already containing a mixture of cheese and egg.