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    Greenwich – (Chapter: 141,776)

    Chapter 13- 141,776

    “So…”

    “So what?”

    This had been the basis of Spencer and Kate’s mid morning exchange for three hours now and the latter was growing severely impatient.

    “So,” Kate began irritatably, for what she was sure was the sixteenth time since the induction of their circuitous conversation, “How was dinner?”

    Dinner—That had been the much preferred topic of conversation for hours now, though, much to Kate’s chagrin, Spencer seemed to somehow cleverly maneuver her way around the subject, instead focusing on such uninteresting and mundane trifles like sports, which neither of the girls watched, boys, a theme only Kate seemed to find fraught with substance though, it should be noted, a topic far from her mind that day, and Paula—Yes, Spencer had even ventured to discuss her parasitic like mother in a futile, yet much enjoyable effort, to deter Kate from the information she seeked so persistently.

    “Dinner?” She joked easily, a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Had Kate been watching her more closely, she may have noticed the tautness of her jaw as she said this, the speck of an exhausted pink in her far too made up eyes as Spencer, for the third time that morning, perused the menu at Gregory’s, an action which might’ve been borderline acceptable had she not been ordering the same thing for seven years now. Yes, if Kate had been paying more attention, if she hadn’t been so invested in her own quaking curiosity, in her own second hand fears, she might have noted how the grin her best friend was sporting was so incredibly plastic, so incredibly fake—in a way, so broken. But Kate wasn’t paying attention—See, Kate wasn’t all there—But then again, neither was Spencer. They were both in two very different and distinct places and even though their anxious hands were inches a part, their tired minds were miles away.

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    “You did all this?” Ashley asked slowly, almost cautiously, as she maneuvered her way through and across Spencer’s foyer to the dimly lit dining room where the other girl stood waiting.

    Ashley was impressed and rightly so—After all, Spencer’s loft was a scene of unadulterated romanticism. It was evident in the abandoned light fixtures, each of which was replaced with a slow burning candle, apparent in the missing center pieces, Spencer’s dining room table now doused with a vat of white rose petals. The only facet missing might have been a soft Kenny G record serenading the moment in the background, but that also might’ve been considered cheesy and Spencer Carlin was not, by any means, cheesy.

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    1. I’m going to try to communicate this in the nicest, most gentle way possible. You’re too good. Like, you’re too good for random South of Nowhere fan fiction. Of course, I love that you’re here and I love that you’re writing it, and I love that you know how to spell, and I love that your story is so…WILDLY original. But you might have a problem being consistently well-received on this site because you are indeed too good-if that’s possible. But on the other hand, this site is home to a lot of very intelligent readers and I would wager that they’re thrilled to have you around, as I am. I’m so glad you updated this amazing story. Don’t lose confidence because when I tell you that you’re the best…I mean you’re the best. Thanks for writing. I love it.

    2. thanks for the update, kind of sucks that ash got jealous and ruined the evening and i love that she told spence that she is wrong and she is threatening…pms

    3. You are a brilliant and talented writer that has the ability to draw “wildly” creative pictures with words. I’m with goaskalice…I’m thrilled to have you on this site! Too bad Ashley’s jealous ramblings ruined the evening. Love the story! PMS

    4. I’m going to try to communicate this in the nicest, most gentle way possible. You’re too good. Like, you’re too good for random South of Nowhere fan fiction. Of course, I love that you’re here and I love that you’re writing it, and I love that you know how to spell, and I love that your story is so…WILDLY original. But you might have a problem being consistently well-received on this site because you are indeed too good-if that’s possible. But on the other hand, this site is home to a lot of very intelligent readers and I would wager that they’re thrilled to have you around, as I am. I’m so glad you updated this amazing story. Don’t lose confidence because when I tell you that you’re the best…I mean you’re the best. Thanks for writing. I love it.

    5. thanks for the update, kind of sucks that ash got jealous and ruined the evening and i love that she told spence that she is wrong and she is threatening…pms

    6. You are a brilliant and talented writer that has the ability to draw “wildly” creative pictures with words. I’m with goaskalice…I’m thrilled to have you on this site! Too bad Ashley’s jealous ramblings ruined the evening. Love the story! PMS

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