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after THIRTEEN straight hours of much - needed sleep , tripp is finally stirring next to her in bed . nice of him to wake up from his fucking basically - comatose state at a normal time instead of at 4am like he usually does . early afternoon light is filtering in through the curtains , and he’s letting out a small huff of annoyance at the sensation , flopping over onto his back and extending his arms up in a big stretch . letting his hands fall to his face to block the light , tripp turns his head to face marley , perched beside him . “ hi , peach . ” his voice is rather husky from just waking up , moving his hand to cling to her thigh instead . “ y’look stunnin’ . ”
she’s found that the best thing to do is to just leave tripp be when he crashes in her bed. it’s not like there’s much she c a n do anyways, not when he’s dead to the world like that. tripp is prone to burning the candles at both ends, only passing out when his body finally, physically shuts down — and nine times out of ten, it’s in her bed or on her couch. he’s finally stirring awake, marlene sat on the edge of her own damn bed cause he’s taking up all the room — eyes staring at the tv, but she’s not really watching. ❝ peach, hm ? ❞ she whispers, a smile toying on the corner of her lips as she looks down at tripp attaching to her leg. ❝ i don’t think you’ve ever called me that . . . ❞ not that she didn’t like it though, in fact she loved it. ❝ i’m just in my pajamas. ❞
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lips press into a thin smile at the recollection . tripp misses his nonna . it’s still a bit HARD to think about her for too long ; she was the only family that he had for over a decade . she was his saving grace . “ she really hated them … i mean REALLY . always told me to stop ruining my pretty face . ” but as he got older and his features matured , the tattoos were the only thing that kept him from looking in the mirror and seeing his father . even now , with numerous inkings across his features , he doesn’t look in reflective surfaces for too long . there’s too much familiarity with the person looking back at him . he wishes he looked more like his mother . tripp doesn’t even realize that he’s gotten caught up in his own head until she leans into him , feeling himself come back down to earth . he lets out a breath , moving to wrap his arms completely around her torso . tripp has never been BIG on embraces like this , but he needs marlene close to him now . nose buries itself in her hair , smiling a little wider at her jest . “ i think cooch would be offended by such a crude recreation , marles . ” he moves his head against , chin resting atop her head now . arms ease up , loosening his hold on her , but only so he could drag one hand along her back , fingertips dancing across her spine . “ anything you want — anything you do , i’ll LOVE it . ” because he loves her .
her own arms have slipped behind his back, hugging his inked body to her bare one — it’s an interesting contrast when they’re laying like this, every inch of tripp’s body covered in some piece of dark artwork ; meanwhile the only thing marlene dons is her light freckles and thick white scars from her self - sabotage. ❝ i think you grew into them. ❞ the words are whispered so softly, marlene pulling AWAY again as she sits up in his lap to look at him. she doesn’t think that tripp would be tripp without his tattoos — they’re a VITAL part of him now, something that needed to grow on her, but she favours them now. the blonde leans into him once again, though this time ; it’s to press a feather - light kiss to the words etched underneath his eye. each word of ALWAYS TIRED gets their own kiss, lips ghosting over the words that cover the tired bags he currently sports. marlene doesn’t say anything, just settles back into her spot in the crook of his neck. ❝ i think cooch would love it. ❞ even to this day, marley can’t believe that is the cat’s actual name. the blonde SHIVERS in his grasp, trying to shy away from the fingers tracing her spine and causing goosebumps to raise across her skin. ❝ that tickles. ❞ she mutters into his collarbone, trying to reach around and swat his hands away.
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“ you like all of ‘em . ” he repeats , accent thick on his tongue , “ that’s a fuckin’ LIE if i’ve ever heard one . swear to god , i thought you and nonna were gonna tag team and kill me when i came home with this one . ” he lifts his hand to brush over his right temple , where the words ‘ stay away ’ are permanently scrawled onto his skin . the bunny had been one thing , but such a large display had nonna absolutely seething . it still makes him laugh a little , a small grin pulling on the corners of his lips even now . tripp moves his hand from his temple towards her , carefully brushing a few runaway strands up and out of her face . “ i dunno . ” shoulders lift in a half - shrug , “ i don’t even remember getting half of ‘em . ” too many nights spent in a half - conscious state to recall anything at all —- just waking up somewhere unrecognizable with a NEW tattoo to add to his collection . “ you should design one for me . ” he utters after a short bout of silence , “ maybe not a drawing of a cat though , ‘cause you’re pretty SHIT at those . ” he teases , uncharacteristically warm laughter bubbling up from his chest . “ … but maybe your handwriting . or … something . i dunno , could be dope . ”
a warm smile is growing along her lips at his words, a quick nod of her head in response. ❝ okay, you’re right . . . but y’know, i’m used to them now. they make you you. in . . . all of your glory. ❞ marlene can barely keep a straight face when she says it, fingers reaching up to graze alone the ink on his neck — feeling the light prick of stubble growing beneath her digits. ❝ she was so mad at you. i hid all the wooden spoons after she saw your face — for YOUR sake. ❞ the memories of tripp as the kid next door are fond ones — ones she keeps under lock and key for when tripp gets . . . difficult, maybe is the right word. leaning into his body for his warmth, arms draping around his shoulders and easily fitting her face into the crook of his neck. ❝ you want me to design you a tattoo ? ❞ the thought alone makes her snort, air puffing out against his array of tattoos. ❝ i’m gonna draw you a tattoo of coochie, and you’re gonna love it. ❞ she won’t tell him about the way the request has caused butterflies in her stomach, a small smile still playing on her lips. ❝ could be dope . . . i’ll think of somethin’ for you. ❞
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the slipper stands out from the rest of the ink on his body , etched forever onto his skin in baby blue . there’s a reason for it , of course . the DEDICATION wouldn’t be complete without her favorite color . tripp takes a heaving breath , murky brown eyes following her thumb as she brushes over the small tattoo . “ got it on my birthday . ” he pauses , “ y’know , they have DEALS at tattoo shops for friday the 13th , and i had been meaning to get it done anyways . ” he shrugs it off like it’s nothing —- like he hadn’t gotten it in tribute to the blonde straddling him right now . a lazy smile pulls on the corners of his lips , reaching up to take a gentle hold of her fingers . “ you like it ? ”
she’s got an inkling about the tattoo, but it is something that miss marlene decides to keep to herself. she’s heard him play that song many times before — cinderella better get your ass home. and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t notice the way he hums along with that grin on his face. ❝ course i like it. i like all of them. ❞ despite the VULGARITY of some of them, marley couldn’t deny that they were art — the majority designed by the artist himself. ❝ you must have over like . . . two hundred. what’s your favourite ? ❞ the blonde SMILES when he takes a hold of her fingers, marley decides upon herself to gently lace their fingers together as she shifts in his lap — leaning in to kiss at the playboy bunny on his cheekbone.
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still catching her breath and a sweet smile glued to her lips, marley shifts in his lap to get a bit more comfortable. thighs still burn from the exertion, but she’s content — maybe as far as to even say she’s happy. a hand comes up to push her curls from her face, now more clearly being able to see every little art - work on tripp’s body below hers. ❝ when did you get this one ? ❞ she thumbs over a blue glass slipper near his heart, and judging by how the skin is still raw to the touch, it must be reletively new.
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he’s kicking himself for not speaking to marley sooner . she’d just scared him with her chipper attitude and sweet heart . tripp didn’t know how to handle it —- he still doesn’t , but he doesn’t hate it like he thought he would . it’ll definitely take some getting used to —- her hanging by his side at every moment , he means . he’s so used to being ALONE . “ they’re not . ” he argues , brow furrowing as she curls into him . tripp brings him arm back down , resting his hand at her side , careful not to dip too low or too high and disrespect her in any way . lips twitch into a small smile , “ what ? you think freddy krueger’s gonna come and GETCHA while you’re sleeping ? ” he teases , poking at her side for emphasis . “ i won’t let him . ”
her heart lurches a small bit in her chest, the feeling so foreign and unheard of that marley almost mistakes it for heart - burn. looking down to his legs, marlene can’t help but snicker at the sight of his pant - leg that is more like a pair of capris with how high they ride up his calf. ❝ they are. your pants don’t even fit you cause you’re so tall. ❞ not that it’s a bad thing, of course. a frown takes place on her lips, fingers gripping at the fabric of his black hoodie as she continues to watch the movie from a distance. ❝ no ? you won’t let him get me ? that’s a relief to hear. ❞ but she smiles, shying away from the way he prods at her side with a blush painting her cheeks a bright pink.
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despite his repeated requests to just be left alone , marley stayed glued to his side the entire day . when he went to his room , she followed ; when he went to get a drink of water , coincidentally , she was thirsty too . tripp doesn’t really know how he’d become her designated FRIEND so quickly , but he really doesn’t mind it all too much ( even if the sour look on his face says otherwise ) . he’s eased up a bit now that ellie’s home , and has since changed into plaid pajama pants and a large black hoodie . he’s sprawled out on the sofa , taking up quite a lot of space with his string - bean body . but , still , marley insists on being closer . it’s starting to become less surprising . “ there’s an entire empty cushion over there , you know . ” and yet , his arm lifts without prompt so that she can tuck herself into his side .
this is ALL marlene has wanted since they moved in two months ago. to be tripp’s friend. ellie had accepted her with such ease, but tripp continued to lurk in the background of everything and shut her out. in marley’s mind, it was like a game — see how far she could annoy him but still let her sprawl on top of him. ❝ no there isn’t ; your legs are like a MILE long. ❞ and the blonde can’t hide the smile twitching at the corner of her lips when tripp lifts him arm, arms easily wrapping around his waist. ❝ this movie is scary. ❞ gingerly does she rest her head against his shoulder, legs tucked up to her chest as she’s COMPLETELY curled into his side.
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he’s caught off guard when she grabs a hold of his hand and tugs him in her direction , heart thumping wildly against his ribcage . it excites him — makes him more keen on speaking . maybe if he keeps talking , she’ll want to stick around . tripp looks to her , noting the subtle , short SHIFT of demeanor when she mentions her mom . “ i have a feeling you’re very bright about a lot of stuff . ” he utters rather shyly , leaning forward to examine the container . he hasn’t let go of her hand yet , finding the way her palm fits against his rather comforting . “ thank you — uh … yea . tripp is better . easier to say too . nathaniel’s a real mouthful . ” he attempts to joke , thin smile pulling on his lips . finally , he drops her hand , but only so he can pick out a cookie and shove it halfway into his mouth .
with bellies full of an authentic portuguese dish that marlene can’t even pronounce, four young teenagers have settled into the living room — taking over the space for the rest of the weekend. ellie is keen on sharing the love - seat with the brown haired girl, and is even more wrapped up with whatever dylan is currently telling her about to even acknowledge tripp and marlene. the elegant dress has been substitued for a pair of fleece pajama pants and a tank top, marlene crawling closer towards tripp on the vintage couch that looked straight out of the sixties. there’s a campy horror movie playing — nightmare on elm street, she thinks — ever since tripp let her hold his hand that afternoon, marlene had been ATTACHED to him the entire day ; evident in the way she’s currently wiggling underneath his arm while watching the movie out of the corner of her eye.
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brooding and mysterious . it almost makes him laugh —- almost . he wasn’t always like that ; growing up , he’d always been a bright kid . he had the personality , the WIT —- quite endearing , he was . until he’d decided to shut the world off to protect the parts of him he still had left . those weren’t the two adjectives that tripp would pick if he had to describe himself … but maybe that’s just who he was now . dark brown eyes follow her prudently , watching as she extends her hand out to him in some sort of pseudo - peace offering . well , he does like cookies , and he is hungry . “ you made them ? like … by yourself ? ” nobody ever taught him how to make much more than a bowl of cereal or boxed mac n cheese .
this time, she doesn’t WAIT for him to accept her peace offering — simply grabs his hand and pulls him towards the plastic container she has set delicately on nonna’s kitchen counter. ❝ yeah ! i love to bake, my mom says i’m very bright about that stuff. maybe i could show you one time. ❞ mention of her own mother brings a sad glint to her eyes, but she doesn’t DWELL on it too long ; simply pries the red top off of the plastic container and pushes the container towards him. he doesn’t need to know about the things her mother says to her, or the young girl she tries to mold marlene into. ❝ take as many as you’d like, nathaniel, er . . . tripp. ellie told me you like that more. i’m sorry. ❞
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the half - smile is dropping almost instantly at the mention of his family . even if he doesn’t want to , he can feel himself shutting down . it feels like his body is on autopilot — detached from his tangible self and lost in his own HEAD instead . “ oh , um … ” he swallows , brows pulling together . he shakes his head , “ … yea . yea , they don’t visit . ” he’s pretty sure nonna would beat both his mom and dad with a rolling pin before letting either of them into her house . “ — it sucks . ” he says firmly , “ i – i mean it was … ” it was good at one point , wasn’t it ? tripp can’t remember it like that anymore . “ — i like it here better . ”
she senses his change in demeanor almost immediately, a frown painting on marley’s lips as she tries to backtrack or change the subject ; whatever seems to open him back up instead of closing the door in her face — again. ❝ i - i’m sorry. i was just observing. ❞ the blonde decides to SHUT UP instead, hands clasping in front of herself as she watches him. ❝ it is pretty nice here. i’m really glad you two moved in . . . even if you’re all brooding and mysterious. i’m glad YOU like it here though. ❞ cautiously does she walk closer to tripp, still standing so guarded, and holds out her hand as an offer. ❝ do you want a cookie ? i made them about an hour ago . . . i brought them for you and ellie. they’re chocolate chip. ❞
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why was she standing up ? tripp can feel himself reeling BACK subconsciously , dark brown eyes fixated on her face . but he’s still cautiously curious , forcing himself not to immediately retreat upstairs and stay achingly present in her line of sight . “ that’s ‘cause ellie thinks she’s pretty . ” he explains , a ghost of a smile etched onto his features —- a fleeting expression nowadays , and one miss marlene has yet to see in all its GLORY . “ besides … she’s always been good at making friends like that . ” shoulders lift in a small shrug . he’s pretty sure that this conversation is officially the most words he’s ever spoken to her all at once . “ —- there were a lot of kids . um … back in boston . it’s weird being here now . everything’s so quiet . ”
a TWITCH of his lips, something akin to a smile — it’s the most emotion she’s seen out of him since they moved in. it’s nice, she thinks ; he seems nice, but marlene supposes she’s still got a bit of DIGGING to do. ❝ she’s been really friendly to me. your nonna is nice as well. she’d always let me come over growing up, and help tend to her garden . . . now that i think of it, i don’t think i ever saw your family coming around to visit — it’s like you just kinda SHOWED up. i’ve never seen you before. ❞ it is not malicious of any sort, she is simply observing as she speaks. ❝ yeah . . . it’s always been SUPER quiet here. what was boston like ? i’ve never been outside of st. marys. ❞
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he deflates at marley’s response , hoping that ellie was just in the other room and would be coming right back . “ oh . ” he blinks once , twice , biting down on the inside of his cheek . cheeks flush a rosy pink as he watches her , stepping out from behind the wall , arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to comfort himself . he wishes she would get OUT of the kitchen and go somewhere else . “ you’re always here . ” he grumbles ( it’s part of the reason he stays locked up in his room all the time ) . “ … you didn’t want to hang out with them ? ” he tries again , nicer this time .
the blonde remains UNFAZED, his tone falling on deaf ears as marley straightens out the fabric of her polka - dotted skirt, that her mother wrangled her into before coming over to the lucio residence ; looking almost like she belonged with the fine antiquities his grandmother had scattered on the mantelpiece. ❝ well . . . there isn’t many kids around this neighbourhood. i was really excited when i heard you two had moved in. it’s always been adults around here my whole life. ❞ marlene pushes herself up to her feet, offering tripp a WARM smile. ❝ not really . . . they have a very PECULIAR relationship. like it’s only ever the two of them. ❞
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he’s been cooped up in his room all day ( which isn’t anything out of the ordinary for nathan ) . his HUNGER is what finally draws him out though , in pursuit of some sort of sustenance . treading down the stairs quietly , he’s caught off guard when he turns the corner and sees the blonde girl sitting at the kitchen table . miss marlene . he panicked the first time he ever laid eyes on her and slammed the front door in her face —- it makes him cringe every time he thinks about it . nate doesn’t know how to ACT around her ; she’s so pretty — so pristine . he’s never been very good with people . clearing his throat , frozen in place , peaking out from behind the wall only halfway . “ — where’s ellie ? ”
for the past two months, marley has been trying desperately to befriend mystery boy next door. her and eleanor had grown pretty close ; miss marlene even feeling confident enough to introduce the dark haired girl to her best friend dylan — whomst immediately hit it off with her new neighbour. but nathan — or TRIPP — as she was told he preferred, was a book bound tightly shut. ❝ she’s with my friend. ❞ she replies softly, blowing a messy blonde curl from her face as she pulls of her pristine white gloves, the lace garment held delicately in her hands. ❝ it’s nice to see you for once. i feel like you’re never around when i come by. ❞
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take away the playstation ? that seems a little harsh . “ baby , hey … c’mon … ” he begins , fully prepared to sweet - talk their way out of this . he doesn’t expect marlene of all people to be anywhere near intimidating , but when she jabs at his chest and uses that tone of voice , tripp can feel his cheeks flush in surprise . what in the world is going on right now ? “ i —- ” he stammers , completely tripping over his own words . WEIRD . he hates that . he stares at her for a moment , completely dumbfounded by this feeling . “ it was an accident , baby , just an accident . ” he assures , reaching out to remove her finger from his torso , tattooed hand resting upon her waist , dipping lower to graze her ass . “ we’ll fix the wall — swear . it’ll be good as new . maybe we can even repaint the entire living room . didn’t you say it looked a little dingy the other day ? ”
handling three young boys a n d tripp on top of it is an exhausting experience, but marlene doesn’t think she’d ever trade it for the world. but when tripp tries to calm her down, marley pulls in a DEEP breath before her steel gaze is lowered to his hand resting dangerously low on her hip. ❝ not in front of them, you animal. ❞ but the blonde leans into his body, thumping her head against tripp’s chest as she soaks in the atmostphere. ❝ i don’t think i was even gone two hours. two hours and you put a hole in my livingroom and spill cheeto’s all over the ground. what else did you do ? what else did you do to my house that you’re hiding ? ❞ though she isn’t exactly mad — amused, is more like it. surprised at what they had managed in the short amount of time in marlene’s absence. ❝ you are going to fix the wall. i am going to sit and watch you ; maybe even put my feet up. ❞
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“ it’s only three . ” he corrects , as if it proves any sort of point . of course it’s tripp teaching them swear words — he curses in every single sentence that comes out of his mouth . besides , it’s not like he’s actively teaching them , and that’s gotta count for something . is it really his fault if they’re just repeating what he’s saying ? he can’t control that !
jack giggles when his mother tussles up his hair , and the others quickly get to work at unpacking the groceries ( with nathan reluctantly obliging ) . he moves towards marley to reach one of the cabinets , inked hand resting at her side when a loud POP sounds off behind them . tripp is almost afraid to look , but he does , hand still resting upon his girl’s hip . two of their little ones look guilty , a ripped chip bag in both of their hands , cheetos scattered across the kitchen floor .
“ it was his fault ! ”
“ he wouldn’t share the chips with me !! ”
and now the two of them were yelling in the midst of a sea of bright orange . “ matt — jack , c’mon guys , let’s stop — ” he begins , attempting to mend the situation ( not that he’s ever been very good at that ) , but sweet little ethan is quick to chime in helpfully , “ —- guys stop ! daddy says we need to be extra nice or mommy will ask about the hole in the wall ! ”
tripp visibly winces when ethan says it , turning to marley with pursed lips . “ kids just say the weirdest shit , huh ? dunno what he’s talking about … ”
❝ which is already three too many. ❞ but the blonde says it with a smile, bumping her hip against his as they unload the bags. it’s not that she minds that much, marlene knows his sailors mouth is years of habit that he can’t just quit at the drop of a HAT. and it’s nice, the five of them working in tandem — a nice little family in their nice little house in the suburbs. she’s sure that tripp didn’t see himself like this in a million years ; who knew that healthy coping mechanisms and getting help could work such wonders for a person ?
marlene doesn’t think she’s been home five minutes yet, and it seems that HAVOC has already unfolded itself before her very eyes. neon orange dust has reached even the furthest corners of the kitchen floor, the two guilty boys still ready to argue at each other’s throats — until ethan decides to come clean about what’s really happened while she was gone. ❝ are you fuc — reaking kidding me ? ❞ her hand comes up to pinch the bridge of her nose, giving tripp ANOTHER glare before turning back to their boys. ❝ first of all, you didn’t even ask if you could have those. and second of all, you two are gonna clean up this mess or else i’m taking the playstation away. and y o u are gonna show me this hole in the wall, and tell me exactly what happened. ❞ spinning to look up at tripp, marlene presses her finger into his chest for emphasis. ❝ get working. ❞
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something about her tone of voice has him paying close attention , head tilting to the side in pursuit of her fleeting words . she sounds saddened —- neglected , perhaps . tripp had brought her along with him on tour for his own comfort , but failed to include her in quite a lot of his plans or impromptu rendezvous . she’s there for when he needs her ; he hadn’t accounted for the times that she’d need him too . “ just for you , hm ? ” the cigarette is pulled from between his teeth and stubbed out in the ashtray sitting on the small table beside him . “ hold on a second , marles . ” he grunts as he leans forward , grabbing a hold of the guitar case placed next to the bed , popping it open to retrieve the acoustic . “ c’mere … ” he nods , “ working on the chords for a new song . you wanna hear that ? be the first one ? ”
the remnants of a smile plays on the corner of her lips when he tells her to hang on, leaning back in her spot in his bed as her undivided attention is given to tripp. tripp is very anal about his music, though she supposes she doesn’t really blame him about it — it’s his ART, so delicately thrown into the world . . . it’s something she’s very proud of, and wishes she could repliacte herself instead of watching from the sidelines. it’s captivating to watch him play, how EFFROTLESS it looks for him and for something beautiful to come out with what seems like ease. ❝ i’d love to hear it, t. ❞ he tells her to c’mere, and marley does ; laying down beside him, her legs tangling up with his under the blankets. ❝ any lyrics yet ? or just the chords ? ❞
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even now , tripp doesn’t ever shy away from petty little arguments . that’s never been him — his mouth snaps back before he ever gets a chance to weigh out the consequences . but considering the fact that he’s already moved their couch a meter or so to the left to cover up a newly - made dent in the wall from indoor bike - riding that he permitted , tripp is holding back from a disagreement that he might regret once she realizes the sofa is misplaced . “ your mother is right . ” he utters after a reluctant pause . that’ll earn him some points , right ? he even gives the dad look to their boys when they begin to protest . but of course , he wouldn’t be tripp if he wasn’t a shithead , nodding towards the blonde , teasing smile on his lips “ i’m blaming it on you . you’d better watch that filthy mouth of yours , marlene . ”
marlene is a tad surprised when tripp actually agrees with her, cobalt gaze narrowing in on him — so what is he hiding ? what else, besides tripp teaching them swear words and that they can get face tats whenever they want, have they done to her house ? scanning over the living room — she DOES notice how the couch has significantly moved place, but she’ll ask tripp about it later. ❝ ah, yes ; blame it on me, and not the guy who has at least four swear words permanently tattoed on his body. ❞ setting the paper bags down on the kitchen table, marley reaches down with a warm smile to ruffle the dark curls of their youngest. ❝ would you boys mind helping me put these away ? you included, nathan. ❞
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