After Michael and I finished playing in the park, at the same time trying to cheer each other up, he walked me home. When we got to the door, he turned to me and pulled me into a hug, having his hand going up and down my back. I hugged him back, putting my head on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Rebecca. Like I कहा earlier, we'll try again once your wound is healed and those staples for the stitching are out." He said, rubbing my head.
"I'm afraid if and when we try again, my mom's gonna kick me out. She's a stickler for something like this." I said.
Michael pulled away and lifted my head with one...
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