(this was supposed to go somewhere... but i can't remember.)
On Sunday afternoon, Cheyenne
sat on one side of the living room in a cushy loveseat and Kayla on the other side on the couch.
There was a plate of chicken wings and two glasses of soda on the wood coffee
table in the center of the room. Cheyenne
reached over to grab another chicken wing with her fingers. "It sucks that
Robin has to work today, huh?" She said, sinking her teeth into the meat
and tearing it from the bone.
"Well, I guess
so."
There was a moment of
silence as Kayla sipped from her glass of Dr. Pepper and Cheyenne cleared the meat off a chicken wing.
"Has Eric
called you?" Kayla asked.
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