…The war between want and need is never truly won..
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"Fine.” I mumble at him. “Have it your way.”
Sighing, I stand up and make my way to the foot of the bed where my still partially unpacked suitcase sits.
As I lift up the case and plop it into the bed, Earl frowns, his hand outstretched.
“Uh, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting dressed.” I say without looking and Earl reaches across me to slam the suitcase shut.
“Ouch!” I yell as the lid narrowly misses slamming down on my hand. “What are you…”
Earl grabs my wrist, cutting me off before I can finish speaking, and drags me with him into the second walk-in closet.
“Earl, let me go. I know you don’t think I can dress myself but…”
I gasp and stumble and nearly fall.
Somewhere between breakfast and my return to the
