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The book of love is long and boring
"There's little to reminiscence about, at least as far as I think." Sam retorted, Nate being here rather ruining his new look on life being Nate-less.
Luckily he got to his point relatively quickly; Sam watched with a grumpy expression as Nate described his leaving as 'sudden'. "I didn't want you in my house after what you did." He said bluntly, as if Nate needed this explaining to him: which apparently he did. When he finally realised what Nate's actual request was though, he paused and gritted his teeth, immediately feeling awkward.
"Um. I threw out your things. Sorry, I've done some tidying, and you weren't around..." Sam looked down to the floor, shrugged his shoulders. Hopefully Nate wouldn't mind too much..?
Luckily he got to his point relatively quickly; Sam watched with a grumpy expression as Nate described his leaving as 'sudden'. "I didn't want you in my house after what you did." He said bluntly, as if Nate needed this explaining to him: which apparently he did. When he finally realised what Nate's actual request was though, he paused and gritted his teeth, immediately feeling awkward.
"Um. I threw out your things. Sorry, I've done some tidying, and you weren't around..." Sam looked down to the floor, shrugged his shoulders. Hopefully Nate wouldn't mind too much..?
No one can lift the damn thing
