![]() ![]() “No, what’s up?” He stands to help me and we make quick work of tossing the take-out boxes and loading the dishwasher. “Did your mom call you today?” I ask, changing the subject as I rise and clear the table. He tilts his head, those ice-blue eyes watching me closely. “Okay.” He finishes his pasta and pushes his plate away, watching me closely. ![]() “Well, I don’t think the blog is stressing me out,” I reply calmly. I take another drink of water and pull in a deep breath. The doctor said your headaches are caused by stress, and I’m just trying to think of ways to reduce your stress.”Īnd I’m deliberately trying to start a fight. ![]()
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