Sid wiped the tears out of his eyes and straightened, slowly. Oh, it hurt, laughing this hard. Not like losing a leg, or having your face scraped off or even breaking your arm. No, this was a good hurt... the hurt of drinking something frozen too fast among friends, the hurt of a baby launching itself, laughing, through the air to land on your chest. The hurt of a broken heart mending.
I really loved this part!
YaY for story! And yes, I still like it!
p.s.Justin and Better were, indeed, not there Better needs to be Betty.
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I really loved this part!
YaY for story! And yes, I still like it!
p.s.Justin and Better were, indeed, not there Better needs to be Betty.