Cherries and Rain
It was well into the early morning, and James was still lounging on the couch in Diana’s room. Both of them had long ago changed into more comfortable clothing. James had borrowed sweatpants from Joshua, who now lay on the floor with his own tablet in his hands. The three of them were surrounded by piles of junk food. Diana was scrolling the little tablet she had secreted from upstairs days ago, and James was on his phone. “I can’t believe all of this stuff,” Joshua giggled. He reached over and grabbed a handful of potato chips from a bowl. “Listen to this, ‘some believe the wolves are the unholy descendants of human and neanderthal unions’ I mean, what is that?” Diana laughed. “So that one isn’t true then?” she asked. “I kind of figured, but then again, I have no idea. You could tell me
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