Ivy dreaded this day every year ever since she moved out. Without fail every year her dear sweet ever loving mother did something to make Ivy blush. The woman was convinced that no matter how independent Ivy was that her daughter obviously needed a man and saw it as her duty to help Ivy. This had of course ended badly for Ivy every single time and
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He probably should have called out, but the concept seemed never to have donned on him that it was polite to announce your own entrance.
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She was still pacing in a tense manner when she turned quickly. She thought she heard something and had to catch herself. Her feet were currently bare and the floor was on occasion slippery.
"Well that was brilliant," Ivy bites out sarcastically. She smooths out her pants even though right now she is in jeans and they never wrinkle badly then plops right back down at the table and drums her fingers along the table top.
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"Something going on?"
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