IVYThat didn't sit quite well with Elvis but I knew that he had no choice but to listen to me.I had already dragged him out so he had to pay attention to me.“I’m glad you agreed to this,” I said, nudging the small teapot toward Elvis, the steam curling up between us.“You said you wanted to say something. The run isn't the main reason we are here. Can you spill now?” He asked and I nodded.“Sure. I am here for a confession. This was a tradition I had practiced with my sisters. We have confessions over tea and spill some secrets. We also make sure we don't tell anyone what we talked about,” I informed him and He shrugged, looking a bit awkward but willing to hear more.“You said it was some sort of tradition?” he asked again and I smiled, pouring the dark tea into two chipped mugs.“Yeah. Like I said, back home, my sisters and I have confession nights over tea. We share secrets, promises, sometimes silly stuff, sometimes heavy things. It depends and after all that, we keep it all l
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