CHAPTER 20
Turns out it was an easier decision than I thought it would be. Forty minutes later, after I’ve eaten the last of the pepperoni pizzas, I’m at my friend’s dorm bumming some gas money off him.
Time to head back to Orchard Grove.
I kind of hate that town. You know those Christians I mentioned earlier, the ones who you know are judging you no matter what you say or do?
Orchard Grove’s full of them. My dad and I never agreed on much except being grateful we weren’t like those churchy folks.
And now I’m driving over a hundred miles because I’m going to try to convince my ex-girlfriend, who now is one of those churchy folks herself, to take me back. I’ve even got the ring in my pocket. I found the right one three days before we broke up. Did I tell you that already?
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