"He's just seemed like a teenager with a terrible crush," I say helplessly, "and who would share that with people acting like parents?" Terrible. God. Mon Dieu, aidez-nous.
"When did she start coming around, did he start talking about her.. before of after the snow?"
"Before, I think... Yes, at the end of May," I say, running my hand through my hair. I breathe out hard. "I suppose I should go home. I'll need to talk to him about this." God knows how. I'm sorry, Micah, you've been doing so well, and I've been encouraging you to make friends, but now it turns out your sweetheart is the devil.
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I shake my head.
"He's just seemed like a teenager with a terrible crush," I say helplessly, "and who would share that with people acting like parents?" Terrible. God. Mon Dieu, aidez-nous.
"When did she start coming around, did he start talking about her.. before of after the snow?"
"Before, I think... Yes, at the end of May," I say, running my hand through my hair. I breathe out hard. "I suppose I should go home. I'll need to talk to him about this." God knows how. I'm sorry, Micah, you've been doing so well, and I've been encouraging you to make friends, but now it turns out your sweetheart is the devil.