HalfCrazy
Maybe I should just forget about this, Greg thought. Just turn around and go home. But he knew he couldn’t do that. Nor did he want to. He wanted to see Graciela. He needed to see her. Besides, he was already standing at her front door. There was no turning back now. His fist slowly raised as he knocked quick and steady. “Greg?” Graciela answered. “Uh ... uh ... uh ...” ‘Speak fool!’ he thought. “Hi.” “Hey. What’s up?” “Nothin’. You know. I, uh ... just wanted to stop by.” “Well, come on in.” “No, that’s okay. I didn’t plan on stayin’ long.” “Since when do you turn down an invitation into this house?” “That was cuz of the cookies and brownies you would make in your
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