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Goodbye, Brandon
Present Ellison Although I knew everything that mattered about Brandon but we both still talked about small things as we ate our dinner. He shared small things about his brothers and their wives and kids. And asked me about my childhood, which was not a good topic to discuss so I just told him that there wasn't much to tell about me as I mostly grew up in foster homes, hearing that his face softened and he gave me a small smile. It has been some time since comfortable silence had stretched between us and I was halfway through my steak and have already eaten the French fries when I asked, “Was there any specific reason you asked me out on a dinner?” His blue eyes watched me intently, still heated from earlier and my gaze dropped down to my plate as I pushed my food around, waiting for hi
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