Savvy
Dear Diary,
Spilling the Beans.
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Nervously, I called my parents.
“Savvy!” My mom squealed.
"Hi, mama. How are things?”
"Things are good, your papa and I are coming for Thanksgiving. Are we eating at your new place?”
“Um, no. We are eating at my boyfriend's mom’s place.”
“Oh, you have a boyfriend?”
“What? She has a boyfriend already?” I heard my dad shout.
“Yeah, I have two.”
You have two boyfriends, Savvy?”
I looked in the living room at Jack and Mac. They were watching TV. Sunday night football had their attention.
“What do you mean you have two boyfriends?” My dad asked, as he grabbed the phone from my mother.
“Just as I said, Papa. I have two. Their names are Mac and Jack, and th
