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when i woke up in the morning i went downstairs to grab a pop tart and let troye sleep per usual, just to be safe i asked my mom if troye could stay for .... a while? a couple days? i dont really know what im asking, i'm just trying to make this work so that troye can stay here.

"mom can troye stay here for today"

"doesnt he always stay here for the day?"

"yeah i guess... you don't mind right?"



"i suppose not, i mean at least you've made a friend this summer and you're not bored out of your mind here"

"true, okay thanks" i said, walking up the stairs

"oh and jacob!" she yelled

"yeah?"



"can you at least get him to talk to me?"

"sure"

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