[ He looks away, blushing before pushing his jacket out from under him and sitting down. He knows he shouldn't sit on it. Oh, they're toasting. He can toast.
He smiles, something he keeps doing, before taking a sip of his champagne. Swallowing, he sets his glass down. What does he even say to that? ]
She didn't give me up. [ She had stuff. And then he had stuff. ]
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He smiles, something he keeps doing, before taking a sip of his champagne. Swallowing, he sets his glass down. What does he even say to that? ]
She didn't give me up. [ She had stuff. And then he had stuff. ]