Stress ~ Steve

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You sat down on the couch, waiting for your best friend Steve to get home from work.

The door swung open and Sodapop came into view and he hurried upstairs to get cleaned. Steve came into view next and he look really upset.

"Steve? What's wrong?" I stood up and walked over to him. He looked at me and soon hugged me. I hugged him tight back.

"Work's just really hard. Evie's moving." He sighed into my shoulder. We sat on the couch and we ended up cuddling so he could calm down. "You're good at hugging." He chuckled.

"Thanks." I smiled.

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Trash, I'm sorry.

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