He leaned against her, pressing his shoulder into hers. “Don’t be mad at me,” he said, sighing. “It makes me crazy.””I’m never mad at you,” she said.”Right.””I’m not.””You must just be mad near me a lot.
He leaned against her, pressing his shoulder into hers. “Don’t be mad at me,” he said, sighing. “It makes me crazy.””I’m never mad at you,” she said.”Right.””I’m not.””You must just be mad near me a lot.
