Chapter 7

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I couldn't believe myself.

It was after dinner, around seven or eight, and I still couldn't stop thinking about Damian.

I knew his name and his face but absouloutly nothing else.

Thats trash, really.

There was something about Damian though, that made me feel different, lighter, happier, better, and i was only in his presence for about a max of a minute and a half.

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I had been watching TV for about an hour when my "mom" came up asking what was wrong.

I vaguely told her about my day, and she was happy about the job and everything, but she knew Damian's family.

Well

Very, very Well.

And as she was leaving my room, take a guess at what she said.

"Oh and sweetheart"

"Yes, Mom?"

"Damian and his family are coming over for dinner tomorrow, dress nicely, goodnight, sleep tight"

Oh

This oughtta be fun.

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