SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
“…Baba’s frown only deepens.
He gets up and walks closer so that he and Henry are standing face-to-face
and asks, very slowly, “Are you...dating my daughter?”
Oh. God. I definitely should’ve made Henry hide under the bed.
“No, no, of course not,” I hurry to tell Baba, the same time Henry says,
“Yes.””
— 16 hours, 31 min ago
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