“I know I haven’t been so great with you, Bethy. My dad looked at his wife with a scowl, but when she only stared back with challenge and sass, he grinned and turned to me. Why aren’t you more like Beth?” she asked playfully. It’s easier just to go with it sometimes. It’s gross seeing old people flirt, but hey. “These biceps got us through that trek in the Himalayas.
“Not that thin,” interrupted George proudly, curling his arm so it bulged. “I always thought George could use a bit of your hungry energy, he’s so thin these days.” “You eat whatever you want and keep that sexy goddess shape.” She gentle pinched my arm with a smile. That’s one thing I’ve always adored about you, Beth,” she smiled. I turned back to the stunned eyes of my parents. The dude was too professional to show his surprise at my mongo order, but he flicked his pen, jotting quickly on the notepad.
“And the cherry pie with whipped cream on top? Everything together is fine, thank you.” “Can I get the Philly cheese steak and fries please?” I asked the waiter. So I took advantage of the opportunity, shameless to the max.
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