Kate hurts and she's angry. Per result Katie's slightly upset. Schultz is stressed by play. Scrap of paper reminds me of the Roses so much it hurts me. I don't want to talk to Katie on our car ride home because the more I talk, the more I'm tempted to say, "Take me? Please?"
They're busy, but I'm staring at my empty room and silent phone with a very stubborn frown.
Perhaps I will clean....
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