Emma's Road Trip

“Have you made your move on him yet?” the glint in her eye causes dread to creep up my spine. “On who?” I whisper softly, looking down to the lone box in my room, stuffing Mr. Snuggles into the top, standing up. A long, hard sigh leaves her lips, nearly getting into an exaggerating point of hilarity, “You know who.” I look at her and she lifts her brow just slightly, then makes her

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