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Jake was reading ‘Love & Friendship’ out loud. My cheeks are hurting from the wide stretch it had been on since he started acting in front of me. One hand holds the book and the other moves freely in the air. For a huge figure like him, it is a bit hilarious to see his face so focused on acting every line.

He’s like a poet, with the aim of entertaining me with his speaking skills.

He succeeded though; I haven’t laughed this much in a while. My tummy is hurting, I can’t feel my cheeks anymore and I have no strength to sit up from my bed anymore.

“You wound me, my love,” Jake laid beside me, done with his poetic escapade. Nuzzling his face on my neck, I curled like a shrimp and buried my face in his hair.

How I miss this boy. &