I Like Them Big Novels & Stories

Raegan thought by wandering. Still, he stood there longer than necessary, the refrigerator humming softly behind the note. The magnet holding it in place was shaped like a lighthouse, a souvenir from a trip years ago when they’d driven three hours just to see the ocean in winter. Raegan had insisted. The water feels different when it’s cold, she’d said. He remembered how she’d run ahead of him on the beach, boots sinking into wet sand, hair whipping around her face as she laughed. Lately, the notes had been coming more often. Short ones. Efficient. Detached.

I, I love you like a (love song baby) love song, baby I, I love you (I love you, I love you) like a love song, baby And I keep hitting re-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat (like a love song) No one compares You stand alone, to every record I own Music to my heart that's what you are A song that goes on and on I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby And I keep hitting re-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I love you like a love song....❤ ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

𝗛𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿. "The Zannicus I know loves to go on run with his family. Entertain his friends and cuddle with his mate. And I didn't know my mate is a cuddler." 𝗜 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁�

I responded to her remarks. “I KNOW JUST HOW MUCH YOU LIKE COCK LINDA…AAHHH. THAT FEELS NICE ….OOHH YEAH SUCK ON MY CLIT..THAT’S GOOD..I WISH WE HAD A COCK HERE…TOOO..AAAHHH…IT HAVE TO BE SOMEONE WITH A HUGE COCK I LOVE BIG COCK …” We were disappointed when dad didn’t take the initial hint.

"It felt like a cry for help." He set his jacket down slowly, watching me the way he sometimes did, like I was a problem he was still working out the variables for. I was starting to recognize that look. I was starting to notice that I looked for it. "What is it," he said. "Sinigang. My mother's version. It's sour, it's warm, it fixes things." I glanced at him. "You look like something needs fixing." Something moved across his face. He didn't answer immediately, which with Dominic usually meant the answer was yes.

We are a different person when it comes to these decisions. “Mom, would you buy me a shake later?” Iris gently squeezes my hand to demand a reward after our long silence. She was referring to the ice scramble that sort of like a fruity shake with chocolate syrup. Iris calls it shake because of the flavor. If Luke's favorite back then is ice cream, this one is Iris's favorite. They both like cold and sweet desserts. Probably because of the place where we are living right now. It was famous. “All right, Iris. Just don't overeat because you might develop tonsilitis.”