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0:00At 11:52 on a Tuesday night, somebody
0:03knocked on my apartment door like they
0:05were trying to knock it down.
0:07I opened it and flour covered sweatpants
0:10holding a rolling pin because I own a
0:12bakery and that's apparently how I
0:14answer the door now.
0:16And standing there in the hallway in
0:18pink hospital scrubs with a suitcase
0:20that had one broken wheel and a giant
0:23potted fern in her other arm was Olivia
0:26Parker,
0:27my ex-girlfriend's best friend.
0:30Her eyes were red. Her ponytail was
0:32falling apart.
0:34She looked at me, then at the rolling
0:35pin, then back at me.
0:38"Luke," she whispered.
0:40"I'm so sorry. I didn't know where else
0:42to go but you."
0:44I stared at her, then at the fern.
0:47"Is the plant also staying?"
0:50She let out a shaky laugh that turned
0:52halfway into a sob.
0:54"His name is Gerald."
0:56"Okay," I said and stepped aside.
0:59"Gerald can come in too."
1:02My name is Luke Carter. I'm 31 years old
1:05and I own Carter's Bakery, a little
1:07corner shop in downtown Savannah,
1:09Georgia.
1:10I live in the apartment right above it.
1:13Every morning at 4:00 a.m. I go
1:14downstairs and make cinnamon rolls,
1:17biscuits, sourdough, and peach hand
1:19pies. And every morning the whole block
1:22smells like butter and sugar.
1:25It's a simple life. I like simple.
1:28Two years ago my life was not simple.
1:31Two years ago I was dating Brianna
1:33Hayes.
1:34Brianna was beautiful, loud, and
1:36exhausting.
1:38We dated for almost two years.
1:40Then one day, 14 months ago, she told me
1:43she'd been spending time with her
1:45personal trainer, Chad.
1:47That was the end of that.
1:49And Olivia was her best friend, her
1:51roommate, the quiet one.
1:54When I was with Brianna, Olivia was
1:56always around, at dinners, at parties,
1:59on their couch on Sunday nights watching
2:01cooking shows, Briana would talk over
2:04everybody. Olivia would sit in the
2:06corner and laugh at my jokes, even the
2:08bad ones, especially the bad ones.
2:11She was an ER nurse, night shifts. Every
2:14Tuesday she'd stop by the bakery on her
2:16way to work, and every Tuesday I'd have
2:19a lemon blueberry muffin waiting for
2:21her, her favorite.
2:23I never told anybody I made them only on
2:25Tuesdays.
2:27After Briana and I broke up, Olivia sent
2:29me one text.
2:31I'm so sorry, Luke. You deserved so much
2:33better.
2:34I never answered it. I was too angry and
2:37too embarrassed, and she stopped coming
2:39in on Tuesdays.
2:41I hadn't seen her in 14 months.
2:43Now she was standing in my living room
2:45at midnight holding a fern named Gerald.
2:49Sit down, I said. I'll make you some
2:51tea.
2:52She sat on the edge of my couch with the
2:54fern in her lap like a security blanket.
2:57I made chamomile with honey.
2:59When I handed it to her, she held it
3:01with both hands and stared into it.
3:04Olivia, I said gently, what happened?
3:07Briana kicked me out.
3:09Tonight?
3:10About two hours ago. I came home from a
3:1312-hour shift and my suitcase was
3:15already packed, sitting in the hallway.
3:18Gerald was next to it. Her voice
3:21wobbled.
3:22She packed my plant, Luke. She was so
3:25angry, but she still packed my plant. I
3:28don't [snorts] even know how to feel
3:29about that.
3:30Why? What happened?
3:32Olivia looked at me for a long moment,
3:35then she looked away.
3:37We had a fight.
3:39About what?
3:40Something stupid.
3:42Stupid enough to kick you out at 10:00
3:44at night?
3:45She bit her lip.
3:47Can I not tell you just for tonight?
3:50I studied her. There was something in
3:52her face I didn't understand, something
3:55embarrassed, almost scared.
3:58Okay, I said. You don't have to tell me
4:00anything tonight.
4:02She let out a breath.
4:03Thank you.
4:05But I have questions about Gerald.
4:08She smiled for the first time.
4:10What kind of questions?
4:12Why is he named Gerald?
4:14Because he looks like a Gerald. Look at
4:17him. He's very dignified, like an old
4:19man at a country club.
4:21I looked at the fern. It did kind of
4:24look like a Gerald.
4:25Why did you come here out of everybody?
4:28She was quiet for a long time. Then she
4:31said, my mom is in Ohio. My sister has
4:34three kids and a one bedroom. My other
4:37friends are all Brianna's friends.
4:40She paused.
4:41And you were the first person I thought
4:43of.
4:44Me? We haven't talked in 14 months.
4:48I know. She looked down into her tea.
4:51You were still the first person I
4:53thought of.
4:54You can stay as long as you need, I
4:56said.
4:57I'll find a place a few days, I promise.
5:01Olivia, stay as long as you need.
5:04She looked up at me with wet eyes.
5:06Why are you being so nice to me? I'm
5:09Brianna's friend.
5:11You were never just Brianna's friend.
5:13You were the only one at those dinners
5:15who laughed at my jokes.
5:17Your jokes were terrible.
5:19See? You're still doing it.
5:22She laughed, really laughed, and it was
5:24the best sound my apartment had heard in
5:2714 months.
5:29I gave her my bed. She argued. I won. I
5:32put clean sheets on, gave her an extra
5:34pillow, and set Gerald on the windowsill
5:37so, as she put it, he could see the
5:40city.
5:41I slept on the couch, or tried to.
5:44Mostly I stared at the ceiling and
5:46thought about the way she said, you were
5:48still the first person I thought of.
5:51At 4:00 a.m. my alarm went off. I went
5:53downstairs to the bakery like I always
5:55do, turned on the ovens, and started
5:58mixing dough.
5:59At 4:30 I heard the back stairs creak.
6:03Olivia was standing in the bakery
6:05doorway in pajama pants covered in
6:07little cartoon avocados and a big
6:09sweatshirt that said Savannah General
6:12ER.
6:13What is that smell? Is that heaven? Did
6:17I die?
6:18Cinnamon rolls.
6:20I'm moving in permanently.
6:22I laughed. Go back to bed. It's 4:30.
6:26I can't sleep. I work nights. My body
6:28thinks it's lunchtime. She shuffled over
6:31to the counter and sat on a stool.
6:33Can I watch?
6:34You can help. She perked up. Really?
6:38I handed her an apron. She put it
6:40backwards. I turned her around by the
6:42shoulders and tied it properly. My
6:44fingers brushed the back of her neck.
6:47She went very still.
6:49There, I said quietly. Now you look like
6:52a baker.
6:53I look like a nurse in avocado pants.
6:56A baking nurse, very rare.
6:59I put a big ball of dough on the floured
7:01counter in front of her.
7:03Biscuits, knead it like this.
7:06She pushed at it with her fingertips
7:08like it might bite her.
7:10No, no, use your palms like you mean it.
7:13Here, I stepped behind her, reached
7:15around and put my hands over hers on the
7:18dough.
7:19Push forward, fold it back,
7:21turn
7:22again.
7:23>> We kneaded together. Her back was
7:25against my chest. Her hair smelled like
7:28hospital soap and vanilla.
7:30Neither of us said anything for a long
7:32moment.
7:34You're good at this, she said softly.
7:37I've been doing it a long time.
7:39Kneading dough? Sure, kneading dough.
7:43She turned her head just slightly. Our
7:46faces were very close. I could see the
7:48little freckle under her left eye. I'd
7:51never noticed it before, or maybe I had
7:54and I'd made myself stop noticing.
7:56Then the oven timer went off, loud and
7:59sharp, and she jumped so hard she put a
8:01print of flour right on my cheek. She
8:04gasped. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry.
8:08You did that on purpose. I did not. I
8:11picked up a pinch of flour and dropped
8:13it right on top of her head.
8:15Her mouth fell open.
8:17Luke Carter.
8:19Oops.
8:20Five minutes later, there was flour on
8:22the walls, flour on the ceiling fan, and
8:25flour in places flour should never be.
8:28Olivia was laughing so hard she had to
8:31sit on the floor. I was leaning against
8:33the counter, wheezing. Your cinnamon
8:36rolls, she gasped, pointing at the oven.
8:39I pulled them out just in time, golden,
8:42perfect.
8:43She looked up at me from the floor,
8:45covered in flour from head to toe, still
8:48laughing, and I thought,
8:50I am in very big trouble.
8:53At 6 o'clock, I flipped the sign to
8:55open. Olivia ran upstairs to shower.
8:58When she came back down, her hair was
9:00wet and she was wearing jeans and a soft
9:03blue t-shirt.
9:04On the counter, right by the register,
9:06was a lemon blueberry muffin on a little
9:09plate with a napkin.
9:11She stopped and stared at it.
9:14It's Wednesday, she said slowly.
9:17I know.
9:18You only make them on Tuesdays.
9:21I froze.
9:22How do you know that?
9:24She looked at me. Her cheeks went pink.
9:28Because I asked your old cashier a long
9:30time ago. She said you only make them on
9:33Tuesdays, and I came in every Tuesday.
9:36I only made them on Tuesdays, I said
9:39quietly, because you came in every
9:41Tuesday.
9:43The bakery was completely silent except
9:45for the hum of the display case.
9:47Then the bell over the door jingled.
9:49Mrs. Alvarez, my 70-year-old regular,
9:52walked in for her morning biscuit,
9:54looked at the two of us standing there
9:56and said,
9:57Oh good, Luke finally got a girlfriend.
10:01She's not, I started. I'm not, Olivia
10:03started. Mrs. Alvarez waved her hand.
10:06Sure, sure. One biscuit, honey, extra
10:09butter.
10:10Olivia
10:11that week and the next. She worked her
10:13night shifts at the hospital. She came
10:15home at 7:30 in the morning, ate a lemon
10:18blueberry muffin at my counter, slept
10:21until 3:00, then came downstairs and
10:23helped me in the bakery until her next
10:25shift. Customers started asking for her
10:28by name. She was terrible at the
10:30register. She told a little boy the
10:32cookies were basically vegetables, but
10:35everybody loved her.
10:37On Thursday night at 3:00 in the
10:38morning, I couldn't sleep, so I drove a
10:41box of fresh cinnamon rolls to the ER at
10:44Savannah General.
10:45When Olivia came out to the waiting room
10:47in her scrubs and saw me holding that
10:49box, her whole face lit up.
10:52Luke, what are you doing here? It's 3:00
10:55in the morning.
10:56I'm up at 4:00 anyway, figured your team
10:58might be hungry. Three other nurses
11:01appeared behind her like they'd smelled
11:03the cinnamon from across the building.
11:05One of them, an older nurse named
11:07Denise, looked me up and down and said,
11:09So this is the bakery guy. Olivia turned
11:13bright red. Denise, what? You talk about
11:16him on every break. I do not.
11:19Honey, you said he smells like cinnamon
11:22and you'd marry him just for his
11:23biscuits.
11:25Olivia grabbed the box out of my hands,
11:27shoved it at Denise, and pushed her back
11:29through the double doors. Then she
11:31turned around and looked at me with her
11:33face on fire.
11:34I never said that.
11:37About my biscuits?
11:38I'm going to go stand in traffic now. I
11:41laughed. Then I stepped closer.
11:43Olivia.
11:44What?
11:45For the record, I think about your laugh
11:48about 40 times a day.
11:50She stopped. She looked up at me with
11:52big hazel eyes.
11:5540? She whispered. Maybe 50. I lose
11:58count around lunch.
12:00Her lips parted. She took a small step
12:02toward me, and then the ER doors flew
12:05open behind her and someone yelled,
12:07Parker, we need you in bay four. She
12:10looked at me, frustrated and flustered.
12:13I have to go.
12:14Go save lives. I'll see you at 7:30.
12:17Lemon blueberry?
12:19Always. She ran back through the doors,
12:21but just before they closed, she turned
12:24around and smiled at me. And I drove
12:26home with that smile in my head the
12:28whole way.
12:30On Saturday night, Olivia had the night
12:32off. We closed the bakery at 6:00. I
12:35made dinner upstairs, shrimp and grits,
12:37my grandmother's recipe.
12:39We ate on my little balcony, looking out
12:42over the old oak trees and the street
12:44lights.
12:45So, she said, twirling her fork, can I
12:48ask you something?
12:50Anything.
12:51Did you ever think about me back then
12:54when you were with Brianna?
12:56I put my fork down. She deserved the
12:58truth.
12:59I never crossed the line, I said slowly.
13:02Not once. Not even in my head. Not
13:05really. I was with Brianna and I was
13:07loyal to her.
13:09I paused.
13:10But I noticed you. I noticed you always
13:13sad in the corner. I noticed you were
13:15the only one who asked how my day was. I
13:18noticed you'd stay late and help me with
13:20the dishes while everybody else was in
13:21the living room. And every Tuesday when
13:24you walked into my bakery, I noticed my
13:26whole morning got better.
13:28She was very quiet.
13:30Is that bad? I asked.
13:33No, she whispered. It's not bad.
13:36Your turn. Why did Brianna really kick
13:39you out?
13:40The color drained from her face. She
13:42looked down at her plate.
13:44>> Luke, you don't have to tell me.
13:47>> I know. She swallowed hard.
13:49I just I'm not ready. Please give me a
13:53little more time.
13:54>> Okay, I said. And I meant it.
13:57But I didn't have to wait long because
14:00the next morning Brianna walked into my
14:02bakery. It was 8:00 on a Sunday. The
14:06place was full. Olivia was upstairs,
14:09asleep, and Brianna came through the
14:11door in big sunglasses in a gym outfit,
14:14marched straight up to the counter and
14:16took her sunglasses off.
14:19Hello, Luke. Brianna.
14:21Is she here?
14:22Who? Don't play dumb. Olivia. Her car is
14:26parked back out.
14:28I crossed my arms. She's asleep. She
14:31worked all week. Brianna laughed, a
14:33short, sharp laugh. Did she tell you why
14:37I kicked her out?
14:38No, and she doesn't have to.
14:41Oh, I think you should know. She reached
14:43into her giant purse and pulled out a
14:46little purple notebook. She slapped it
14:48down on my counter right next to the
14:50peach hand pies.
14:52I found this under her mattress when I
14:55was looking for my phone charger.
14:58I didn't touch it. That's her private
15:00journal, Brianna.
15:02Two years of it, Luke. Two years. Her
15:06voice got louder. Every customer in the
15:09bakery turned to look.
15:11Luke laughed at my joke today. Luke made
15:14me lemon muffins again. Luke looked so
15:17sad tonight. I wish I could hug him.
15:20I think I'm in love with my best
15:22friend's boyfriend, and I hate myself
15:25for it.
15:26The whole bakery went silent. My heart
15:29stopped.
15:31She's been in love with you since the
15:33day I brought you home while I was
15:36dating you in my apartment.
15:40Brianna, I said quietly. You cheated on
15:43me with a guy named Chad.
15:46A woman at table three snorted in her
15:48coffee. Brianna's face turned red.
15:52That's not the point. It's a little bit
15:54the point.
15:56And that's when I heard the back stairs
15:58creak.
15:59Olivia was standing in the doorway,
16:01avocado pajama pants, hair a mess, her
16:05face completely white. She was staring
16:07at the purple notebook on my counter.
16:10She'd heard everything.
16:12Olivia, I said.
16:14She looked at me, then at Brianna, then
16:17at all the customers staring at her, her
16:20eyes filled with tears.
16:22Then she turned around and ran back up
16:24the stairs.
16:26Olivia, wait.
16:27Brianna picked up the notebook and
16:29stuffed it back into her purse. You're
16:32welcome, she said and walked out.
16:35I ran upstairs. Olivia was already
16:38throwing clothes into her suitcase,
16:40fast. Her hands were shaking. Olivia,
16:43stop.
16:44I'm so sorry, Luke. Tears were running
16:47down her face. I'm so, so sorry. I never
16:51wanted you to know, not like that, not
16:54in front of everybody.
16:55Olivia,
16:57you're not a terrible person. Yes, I am.
17:01She zipped the suitcase. The broken
17:03wheel wobbled. I'll get a motel. I'm
17:06sorry. Thank you for everything. She
17:08grabbed Gerald off the windowsill.
17:10Please don't follow me. And she was
17:13gone, down the back stairs, out to her
17:16car,
17:17gone.
17:18I stood there in my empty apartment,
17:20flour on my shirt, my heart pounding.
17:23Then I saw something on my bed, a
17:26post-it note, pink, stuck to my pillow.
17:29It said in her small, neat nurse's
17:32handwriting,
17:33thank you for the muffins, all of them,
17:36every Tuesday. Oh.
17:39That did it.
17:41I went downstairs, flipped the sign to
17:43closed on a Sunday morning for the first
17:46time in five years, told my assistant
17:49baker to give everybody free cinnamon
17:51rolls, and grabbed my keys.
17:53So I thought about it. Where would
17:55Olivia go when she was upset? And then I
17:58remembered something she'd said years
18:00ago at one of Brianna's dinners.
18:02Somebody had asked everyone where they
18:04went to think, and Olivia, quietly from
18:07the corner, said, the fountain in
18:10Forsyth Park. I sit on the bench on the
18:13north side of the fountain and watch the
18:15water. It makes my head quiet.
18:18Nobody else had been listening.
18:21I had.
18:22I found her 20 minutes later, on a bench
18:25on the north side of the fountain,
18:27suitcase next to her, Gerald in her lap,
18:30watching the water with red eyes.
18:33I sat down next to her. She didn't look
18:35at me.
18:36How did you find me? she whispered.
18:39You told me once, three years ago.
18:42Nobody else was listening.
18:44She turned and stared at me.
18:47You remembered that.
18:49I remember everything you've ever said
18:52to me, Olivia. That's kind of the
18:54problem.
18:55She looked back at the fountain. Tears
18:58slid down her cheeks. I'm so
19:00embarrassed, she whispered. She read it
19:03out loud in front of Mrs. Alvarez.
19:06Mrs. Alvarez has been married four
19:08times. She's not judging anybody.
19:10Olivia laughed, a broken little laugh,
19:13and wiped her face.
19:14I turned toward her on the bench.
19:16Can I tell you something now? My turn to
19:19be embarrassing?
19:20She nodded slowly.
19:22For two years, I made lemon blueberry
19:25muffins every Tuesday, only Tuesdays. Do
19:28you know why?
19:30Because you came in on Tuesdays.
19:32Because you came in on Tuesdays. And I
19:35told myself it was just good customer
19:37service, that I was just being nice to
19:39my girlfriend's best friend.
19:41I took a breath.
19:42But after Brianna and I broke up, you
19:45stopped coming in, and I kept making
19:47them anyway, every Tuesday for 14
19:50months, lemon blueberry, just in case.
19:53Olivia's hand flew to her mouth.
19:56I gave most of them to Mrs. Alvarez.
19:59She's gained 6 lbs. It's your fault. She
20:02laughed through her tears.
20:04Olivia, you're not a terrible person.
20:06You never did anything, you never said
20:09anything, you never crossed a line. You
20:11sat in a corner for two years and kept
20:14your feelings in a notebook because you
20:16were loyal to a friend who didn't
20:17deserve it.
20:19I took her hand.
20:20And when that friend kicked you out at
20:2210:00 at night, you came to me. Do you
20:25know what that told me?
20:27That I'm pathetic? That you trusted me
20:30more than anybody else in the world.
20:32She stared at me. Her lips trembled.
20:36I didn't plan it, she whispered. I
20:38swear. I was standing in that parking
20:40lot with my suitcase and Gerald, and I
20:43just drove. And when I looked up, I was
20:46at your door.
20:47I'm glad you were.
20:49Why?
20:50Because I've been waiting for you to
20:52walk back into my bakery for 14 months,
20:55and I didn't even realize what I was
20:57waiting for until you showed up at
20:59midnight with a fern.
21:01She laughed and cried at the same time.
21:04Gerald wobbled in her lap.
21:06Luke, she whispered, what are we doing?
21:10I don't know, but I know I don't want
21:12you in a motel. I know I don't want you
21:14to stop coming in on Tuesdays, and I
21:16know I've wanted to kiss you since you
21:18put a handprint of flour on my face.
21:21Her breath caught.
21:23Can I? I asked softly.
21:26She looked at me for a long moment, her
21:28hazel eyes wet and wide and full of
21:30everything she'd written in that purple
21:32notebook for two years.
21:35You'd better, she whispered. I've been
21:37waiting a lot longer than you.
21:40I cupped your face in my hands and
21:41kissed her right there by the fountain
21:44in Forsyth Park with the water splashing
21:46and the Spanish moss swaying in the old
21:49oak trees and Gerald squished between
21:51us.
21:52She kissed me back slowly at first, like
21:54she couldn't believe it was real. Then
21:56her fingers slid into my hair and she
21:58pulled me closer, and the kiss went warm
22:01and sweet and deep, like two years of
22:04Tuesdays finally getting an answer.
22:07When we pulled apart, she rested her
22:09forehead against mine.
22:11That was better than I wrote it, she
22:13whispered.
22:14You wrote about kissing me?
22:17Her eyes went wide.
22:18No?
22:20Olivia Parker.
22:22Page 47. Don't ask.
22:25I laughed so hard a family walking by
22:28stared at us.
22:29She came home with me that afternoon.
22:31Suitcase, Gerald, and a smile she
22:34couldn't stop smiling.
22:36Things didn't get perfect overnight.
22:38Brianna didn't speak to Olivia for
22:40months. Olivia cried about it more than
22:42once, and I held her every time. But
22:45slowly she started building a life that
22:47was hers, a new apartment three blocks
22:49from the bakery. Denise became her best
22:51friend and my biggest fan. And every
22:54Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
22:56and Saturday morning at 7:30, Olivia
22:59walked through my bakery door after her
23:01shift, sat at my counter, and ate a
23:03lemon blueberry muffin.
23:05Because I started making them every
23:08single day.
23:09I even put them on the chalkboard menu
23:11by the register under a new name, The
23:14Olivia.
23:15Mrs. Alvarez orders two every morning.
23:17She says it's for her heart.
23:20Six months later, Brianna came into the
23:22bakery one more time. She looked at
23:24Olivia for a long moment and said
23:26quietly,
23:28I wasn't really angry at you. I was
23:30angry because you were a better friend
23:32than me.
23:33Then she bought a cinnamon roll, said,
23:35take care of Gerald, and left.
23:38It wasn't forgiveness, but it was a
23:39start.
23:41One year after the night Olivia knocked
23:43on my door, I asked her to meet me at
23:45the bakery at 7:30 in the morning, right
23:47after her shift. She walked in tired in
23:50her pink scrubs, her hair in a messy
23:52bun.
23:53She stopped in the doorway.
23:55The whole bakery was full of people.
23:58Denise, Mrs. Alvarez, her sister from
24:00Ohio who flew in with all three kids,
24:03half the ER staff. And the chalkboard
24:05menu by the register didn't list muffins
24:08anymore.
24:09In big white letters, it said,
24:11Olivia, I didn't know where else to go
24:14but you. Will you marry me?
24:16Olivia covered her mouth with both
24:18hands. I came around the counter holding
24:21a lemon blueberry muffin on a plate.
24:23Sitting right on top of it, nestled in
24:25the sugar crumble, was a ring.
24:28I got down on one knee on the flowery
24:30floor.
24:31Olivia Parker, a year ago, you showed up
24:34at my door at midnight with a broken
24:36suitcase and a fern and said you didn't
24:39know where else to go.
24:41I want to spend the rest of my life
24:42being the place you go every Tuesday,
24:46every day,
24:47forever.
24:48Will you marry me?
24:50She was crying so hard she could barely
24:52breathe. Denise was crying. Mrs. Alvarez
24:55was crying into her biscuit.
24:58Yes, she finally said. Yes, yes, yes, a
25:02thousand times yes.
25:04I slid the ring on her finger. She
25:06pulled me up and kissed me in the middle
25:08of the bakery with everybody cheering
25:10and Mrs. Alvarez yelled, I knew it. I
25:13said it the first week.
25:15We got married the next spring under the
25:17oak trees in Forsyth Park right next to
25:20the fountain. The wedding cake was three
25:22tiers of lemon blueberry. I made it
25:24myself. Gerald sat in the front row in a
25:27little pot wrapped with a white ribbon.
25:29Olivia insisted he was family.
25:32And when Olivia moved her things into
25:34the apartment above the bakery for good,
25:36she showed up at my door with that same
25:38old suitcase, the one with the broken
25:40wheel, Gerald in her other arm. She
25:43looked up at me with a teasing smile and
25:45said, I didn't know where else to go but
25:47you.
25:48And I took the suitcase, kissed her and
25:51said, good because you're home.
25:54So tell me, have you ever fallen for
25:56someone you were never supposed to or
25:59has someone ever shown up at your door
26:01when they had nowhere else to go? Share
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