Sun
The week was finally over and I could finally go back to school. It felt like years have passed, but in the end, I was finally able to see Dean again. We even went out to eat ice cream and walk around in the mall after the day dad and I argued. I had so much fun and I was happier than ever. That was probably the best week in my entire life and I couldn't stop smiling like a fool. It was so easy and so chill that it almost felt unreal and I was so afraid all the time that something could go wrong.
Dad and I didn't talk a word. Well as long as we didn't have to. It went like this:
"When is the game?"
"In a week"
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"Could you reach me the knife"
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"What time is it?"
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"I'm leaving."
"Take care."
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Nothing too deep. Nothing that should make us spend too much time together
