Sherry went out walking to relax but twisted her ankle instead. Not only she couldn’t relax now, but it had also become worst.

She saw the couple hugging each other by the creek as she limped back. She felt like she lifted a rock and hit on her own foot.

She became the clown herself.

When she saw the kid sitting on the table doing school work, she took a deep breath feeling guilty as if like she was harming the future generation of the country.

Whatever, let it be. Sherry limped towards him and sat down. “Hey kid, what grade are you?”

“Fourth grade.”

Sherry glanced at his book and it was indeed a fourth grade’s book.

She then asked, “You are just a kid, who taught you to… lie to people online?”

‘Little Rabbit’ put down his pencil and answered seriously. “Ms. Magical Pretty, I didn’t lie to you, I…”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Sherry immediately stopped him, “We don’t know each other, just call me Ms.”

“Oh, okay.”

He seemed polite, so Sherry continued, “If you didn’t lie to me, why would you sent me… those photos?”

She couldn’t utter the word six-pack in front of a kid.

‘Little Rabbit’ tilted his head, “Didn’t you ask me to? The online people said these pictures help to build trust in each other, so I chose a good one and sent it to you.”

It was nothing but an unintentional question she asked at that time, but…

She let out a sigh and kept telling herself that he was just a kid.

Sherry turned, took out an ice pack and a piece of cloth from the box and applied them on her ankle.

out a bottle of cold spray

you carry this with

carry this and

not bad, what about your dad?

darkened and lowered

coughed twice and changed the topic. “Where do you go

attending

“Why?”

there are too many bad guys out there and forbids me from going

bad guys but allowed to meet

the logic behind

when she sent him back later. It was fine since it was

the night was falling and everyone came

just finished loading the charcoal into the barbecue grill when Clarence came and put his

“Can you handle this?”

his watch and raised his brow. “There’s nothing I can’t

showing off

put it down on a clean surface

smelled burnt food as she

She knew this

do it.”

served. It would be a disaster to let him work

an excuse, “You’re the one who asks

such an

while, the space was

a little flavoring and grilling were

how did that wretched man burnt

would like to help but stopped when they saw Clarence stood behind Stella with his hands in

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