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At the gym on Thursday morning, I asked Aaron what he knew about Lily Astbury and her fiancé. He said they’d been together since middle school—and that Lily had flirted with him relentlessly the summer before she and Levi got engaged.
Yet another red flag to churn my guts and haunt me long after stopping by Clyde’s Cafe for my black eye coffee. The double espresso jolted me exactly as I needed but also amped up my unease.
I’m just going to trust You since I don’t know what the f**k to do.
Mom would have laughed at the prayers riddled with curses continuing to fall from my lips as I sat in traffic, but I blamed her and Dad for their sailor mouths they’d never disposed of when becoming new creatures in Christ.
Cursing hadn’t been a sin in our home, and I continued on with that b
