I had Random.org select a page and it went with 111.
Charlie is chanting my name, and I just go for it. My arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him close as I tilt my head.
His arms go around me and we’re pressed against each other. I feel Wes grip the orange and I start to pull away. But it’s too soon. The orange comes loose. Wes presses against me, stopping the orange just below my collarbone, where it’s wedged between a red glitter bow and a Santa ornament.
“Well, this is awkward,” he says.
Book: Little Robin Red Vest by Jan Fearney
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A very merry Christmas to all my dear readers, friends, and family~ I hope everyone has an amazing couple of days. May it be filled with love, food, happiness~ Enjoy~
“You said you thought the first guy you fell for would be the one.That’s what you’ve been searching for.Like you think you’ll meet him and a whole chorus of angels will sing and you’lle know he’s it! But it doesn’t always work like that.Actually, i don’t think it ever works like that.Usually you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you stop getting warts.”