Chapter Twenty-Two
Maggie Since it was Kyle's idea, I'd asked him to choose three films he wanted to watch; we had to bring the duvet and pillows into the living room and make a bed in there; there's no TV in my room but we didn't mind. First, we'd watched 'The Time Traveller's Wife'; then we watched 'Pretty Woman' and by the middle of 'Jane Eyre' I'd sufficiently cried myself dry and stuffed myself full of chocolates, crisps and snacks to the point that I felt like I'd never need to eat again; I didn't realise how much I'd missed crap food until I was able to eat it again. Neither of us moved from our spots, other than to change the film and go to the toilet; Kyle had us propped up against the settee with pillows galore that he'd brought down from the bedrooms upstairs; the only one he'd not touched wa
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