The next morning, unable to reincarnate myself from last night, I find a small card dropped on my bedroom floor. I had dropped the box Lyra had put my presents in on my bed before falling asleep next to it.
Dear Iced Tea,
I'd never say this out loud or ever again so don't say I'm not appreciative of our camaraderie: I'm glad we met.
Love (shut up),
lyra
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Growing Up and Other Tall Tales
RomanceSometimes the best love stories begin with, "Who the fuck are you?" *** Lyra Donovan has been through enough hell and then some; so she enjoys the more predictable things in life. A good cup of coffee, sunsets and the fact that she hates math. Love...
