He Was Different, Better
I slammed the phone down. Mom called me lonely, but she’d never liked any of my guys.
When I moved toward him, Bob flashed me an understanding look. Good thing he hadn’t heard her part of the conversation. If mom had ever taken the time to get to know Bob, she’d know he gave me respect and support.
Bob rolled his eyes. I was so lucky to have him. He didn’t have to open his mouth all the time.
He swished his butt, swam another lap, looking so handsome in his fern-filled aquarium. I really should clean it.
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