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Crystal's parents give us the address of the restaurant and we can drive there on our own, which calms me down because I’ll have a little more time to prepare.
I don't know why I'm so worried about being with General Angelo. Maybe it's the fact that I know I've had so many unclean and immoral thoughts, as he said, about his daughter and I feel guilty. Or maybe it's just his presence and the stories I've been told about him that make me feel somehow inferior. The fact that he defends his daughter so vehemently makes me respect him even more, but it also makes my legs tremble.
I don't know what I'm going to tell him, I don't know how to talk about a woman I supposedly love. I've never been in that position before.
“Any tip to deal with your parents?” I ask, seriously considering ru
