“Frank, I'm so sorry about you mom,” Mr. Stump said when I walked into my session.
I've been practicing fake crying and thank f**k that was paying off right about now.
I sniffled, looking down at my feet.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he mumbled.
He pulled me into a hug and a smiled, trying my hardest to contain my laugh. God, he is so f*****g stupid.
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I was about to start cooking dinner when I realized I didn't have any chicken.
“Baby! I'm running out to the store!” I called.
I frowned when I got no reply. I went into the other room and saw him with headphones on, coloring on a piece of paper with some crayons he must've found. His head bobbed softly to the music and I smiled. I tapped his shoulder and he took off his headphones to look up at me.
“I'm going to the store,” I to
