I have plenty of dating disaster stories but nothing with a happily ever after. She picked up her packages and closed the front door. Maybe she can add lettuce and tomato? Kim chuckled but the disappointment came back when I didn’t laugh with her. I’ve got to get this book to my editor next week and so far, I’ve got a big nothing burger to send her. One of those really disappointed looks that bordered on embarrassment. Kim’s bright pink lips wobbled into a frown. I’d been in the same pajamas for two-maybe three? -days and was in no shape to be entertaining any sort of company, even if they came armed with a stretcher. Only if they send hot, single paramedics. She stopped short over my body sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor. Molly, are you okay? My roommate Kim dropped her shopping bags in the still-open doorway, her heels clicking as she ran over to me.
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