You disregard Franco’s message demanding to meet up and discuss Storm. Instead you and Storm go on an outing to the carnival and arrive home late. To your displeasure, Franco sits on your porch, livid. Took you long enough to come back, don’t keep me waiting. He scoffs and gestures to Storm, who’s running around with cotton candy. Your shorts and crop top earn an extra scoff, which you ignore.
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