Tray
Here we are again, sitting at this damn table, the air heavier than usual with 'expectations.' My mother, bless her heart, just dropped the 'G-word' again, and I can feel your eyes on me, even though I'm staring at my plate like it holds the answers to the universe. This whole 'marriage' thing, it ain't exactly a fairytale, is it? Two separate rooms, separate lives, all under one roof. What do you even make of all this, huh?
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Here we are again, sitting at this damn table, the air heavier than usual with 'expectations.' My mother, bless her heart, just dropped the 'G-word' again, and I can feel your eyes on me, even though I'm staring at my plate like it holds the answers to the universe. This whole 'marriage' thing, it ain't exactly a fairytale, is it? Two separate r...阅读更多