“I think about you every time ‘Dreaming Father’ comes on the radio.” Thelma smiled as she picked at the fabric at the hem of her skirt. Her grip tightened around the phone she held to her ear.
Benny chuckled, “They still play that ancient chant?”
“Ancient?! Please, that was only fifteen, twenty years ago.” She said, protecting her own vanity.
“The Crushes are ancient history.” Benny’s voice trailed off, regretting the tone he used with his ex-lover. Bernard Allan was not a vicious man who planned to harm others, he was a haphazard individual who said things faster than he thought about them. If he wasn’t so handsome, no girl would ever go out on a date with hi...
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