Rose 2.23: It's time to go home

     After not wanting to say goodnight to Tiffany, I walk into the kitchen to see that Clark has made spaghetti without burning it or turning the pasta into a giant log, looking like a single noodle.
     We all decide to ignore the fact that we're sitting at a table and decide to hold the plates in our hands as we eat. After all, Ashley left her textbook on the table, and everyone knows how spaghetti sauce can stain.
     Skye talks about his dream, and Clark acts like he believes him when he says it's real.
     "So, you're married?" Clark asks.
     "Yes," he answers.
     I get in, "What about Carmen?"
     He looks uncomfortable. "I'm going to have to tell her. She'll think I'm nuts, but it's still the truth."
     "Were there really dragons? As in, huge, reptile-like creatures that breathe fire?" Clark asks in an amazed way.
     "Yes," Skye answers like he's distracted. "I'm so worried! I left Lorelei with two of them: one injured but the other was the one they all called 'Mother.' And the way that elder elf lady acted, she's probably the most powerful one out there." He tosses the plate upon the table, suddenly not caring about the textbook. "What if I no longer have a wife to go back to?" His head rests in his hands with his fingers pulling at his hair.
     Skye being married is taking some getting used to. It was okay when Fiona and Link got married, they're older than me, but Skye? That's strange.
     My phone rings, and I see it's Willow. I get up, answer it, put my plate in the sink, and speak to her. She cancels our date for tomorrow and doesn't give me a solid reason why. I have no choice but to accept the cancellation.
     I play the part of "boyfriend" for Shauna this weekend, but I can't keep my mind off Tiffany. Every time I touch Shauna, I feel like it's wrong, and this upsets me. She's such a sweet woman that needs to be told she's beautiful, but I feel empty telling her that even though she smiles that tender smile.
     On Monday, I sadly pull out my phone to ask her to meet me somewhere. I know I need to end this now.

     "Hi, Donny," she breathes into the phone, and my insides stand up like an exclamation point at the sound of her voice. She's always been so good on the phone.
      This is going to be hard.
      "Shauna, I was wondering if you'd like to... meet me at the bowling alley?" I ask. The nice, noisy bowling alley, a good choice.
      "Oh. Um, no, I can't actually. I really need to study for finals."
      "Perhaps we could study together," I offer. I can put this off for later, right? I shouldn't break it off with her while she needs to focus on studying.
       She giggles a sexy giggle, and I walk over to lean my head on my arm on the wall.
       "But you'd just distract me the entire time like you're so very good at doing. No, I think I need to study alone," she says quietly, and my imagination places her lying on her back in her bed with her hair framing her face while she twirls a small strand of it in her soft fingers.
      "Then when can I see you again?" I ask, and I worry I momentarily lost control of my voice and let the lust in it show through.
      "I'll call you later when I think I'm better prepared for finals. Then maybe we can 'run over' everything together," she says suggestively, and my mouth waters when I think about how much of her I'd like to 'run over' with my tongue.
      "Don't take too long," I say with a small smile, and we say our goodbyes.
      Then it hits me.
       What?! How could I let that happen?! That's not how that was supposed to go!
       I breathe out quickly through my nose and run my hand down my face, deciding that Shauna is too good on the phone.
      There must be something in the water because both Tiffany and Willow blow me off as well. I have plenty of time to study.

     Skye tells me he's certain he failed his final. He says it doesn't surprise him since he'd forgotten the material and was hopelessly distracted the entire time. I get the feeling he's just going through the motions, waiting to go home to see what Giselle has concocted.

     Happily, I tap the backs of my fingers against the paper as I think, There. This is a good way to look at my ladies blowing me off so they can study! Perfect score once again!
     A little angry now with all three of them, I don't call them. Soon, it's time to go home.

     When we get home, Skye is heartbroken that our mother and sister haven't figured out how to open a portal into his wife's realm. They say they found another one with a seaside village, but they couldn't find Lorelei.
      He breaks up with Carmen, but then he acts listless. He's impossible to live with over the next few days.
      Then, just as we'd all started giving up, Giselle surprises us with a happy squeal from her alchemy lab.

    "So, I'm going to walk through the wall?" Skye asks after Giselle explains what she plans to do.
    "You act like you don't believe me, big brother," she snaps, her short temper showing through.

     "I want to," Skye says wistfully.
     "I just need one last ingredient," Giselle says. "I figured out where I messed up last time. I need some of your hair, not mine. It'll connect us right to her."
     Skye turns his head and looks at our sister with renewed respect as he says, "That sounds like what she might've done! Giselle, promise me something first."
     "What?" she asks curiously.
     "Do this again one day once you've grown up - with your hair, and go there. I think you'll like what you find." He smiles brightly. Then he pulls out some of his hair to hand to her.
     Giselle does her thing, and sure enough, the wall looks like it opens up. Before us walks a very startled, beautiful woman holding a baby in her arms.
     "Skye!" she exclaims before she starts speaking in a language I've never heard.

    He lets out a happy breath and says, "I'm coming." Then, he quickly hugs us all goodbye, and it finally hits me: I will probably never see my brother again. Mom and Dad cry, but they look happy. Giselle quickly rips a bit more of his hair out before placing it in a small, plastic bag.
    "Just in case," she explains after Skye lets out an 'ow!'
    He laughs and steps through the portal, taking the baby from Lorelei's arms after he hugs her. The portal remains open while he walks inside the small house, and we see one final glimpse of him holding his son.

     "It's good to be home, Pedro," he says to the baby before the wall becomes just a wall again.

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You may have noticed this in the background behind Donny as he spoke with Shauna on the phone. I had them all take pics of themselves and each other and place them around the house they rented. I don't plan on sending them back to the same house (how boring!), so I thought I'd leave the pics there as a "we were here" kind of thing:

To wrap up Skye's story:

As soon as Eingaia came on the scene with Falknir, the pendant around Skye's neck booted Skye back to his realm, back to class. The Father Falknir spoke of took over his body. The Father had long ago foreseen the many wars, and, although no one knows why he waited this long, he knew that he would need Skye in order to finally bring peace and balance to the valley (in order for the proper sequence of events to play out). Not even Eingaia knew about the body snatch until balance was restored, which got accomplished through Skye's "winning ways." Then, the ancient dragon revealed himself for whom he really was, and Lorelei fainted from shock. Assured that Skye would one day return to her, she found out she was pregnant, went through the pregnancy, and delivered while waiting for him to come back. Then, as we saw, he did.

I confess to pure laziness in not doing that as a chapter. I could've... and done it in Lorelei's p.o.v. But I would have had to force myself to do it, and coming up with that fantasy mini-plot was like pulling out my fingernails. I guess that's obviously not my genre, at least in this point of my life. I didn't want needing to get those pics done to cause this story to lag because when I started it, I promised myself I wouldn't make myself work hard at it.

Still, I thought I'd at least say what happened so as not to leave anything unresolved. :)

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Rose 2-4: People don't do this kind of stuff here!

Donovan

     After graduation (where Yvette refused to speak to me), I head upstairs, not interested in stu surprise.... again. I overhear Dad talking to the twins about how at least someone needs to take after him and write. I honestly think Milo is the best bet for this being the computer whiz that he is (and I'm not going to do it). Skye acts like he's going to go into business somehow. Giselle is .... Well, I have no idea what Giselle wants to be besides irritating.

    I get up early the next morning and decide to help Dad by watering the plants. It also kills time. The place needs straightening up as well. I'll do that next.

     The shuttle can't get here fast enough.

     It's finally here!

     I notice a new gnome has shown up. Interesting. A little snowman guy. I think our lawn gnomes are breeding. That sounds crazy, but I have to wonder.

    I'm placed in a different dorm this time. It looks like it's reserved for upperclassmen, which I already am. 

     My roommate hasn't arrived yet, so I get first choice of the beds. I decide on the one with the green bedspread.

      Not only do I not have my own room, but I also lost the benefits of having a double bed.

     Feeling like I got shafted, I decide to visit the student center. They're probably having one of those meet and greet things.

    I wave at a few people I know and head up the stairs to the big room. I'm hungry, and there are too many freshmen standing around the freebies tables downstairs. There is almost no one up here.

    I've heard that if you ram these things really hard that you might knock something loose. Of course, I've also heard that people have gotten killed by the things falling on them.

    Feeling immortal, I give it a go.

    It works!

    I reach in and get my free candy bar, but before I can eat it, my phone rings. Tiffany!

    "Hi, Tiffany." I answer, a smile slowly growing across my face. She called me, I think with ludicrous happiness.

      "Hey. Where are you?"

      "I'm at the student center."

      "Oh. That meet and greet thing they have at the beginning of every term. Well, we're having a little gathering here at the comic book store ... if you want to come. You don't have to come. I just thought I'd invite you just in case you're interested, but you're probably not interested. Somebody's made everybody tea since it's getting colder outside. But it's okay if you don't want to come." she rambles.

      I wait for her to have a long enough break before I speak. I still feel like I'm interrupting when I say, "Of course I'll head over that way." All you had to do was ask.

     "You will?!" she almost squeaks. "Awesome. See you soon. Ciao." she says.

     I laugh a little and say "Ciao" right back at her. Cute.

    I walk in and Tiffany immediately spots me as she walks out of the bathroom. She looks happy to see me.

    She bounds over to me and throws her arms around my neck in an unexpected display of affection.

    Oh nice, I think and wrap my arms around her waist as she says, "Thanks for coming."

    She pulls away too soon, looking a little embarrassed.

    "All you had to do was ask." I say my earlier thought.

    "Sorry." she says, and I feel confused.

    "What for?"

    "For um, flying at you like that."

    I can't keep my smile from getting extra-wide as I tell her, "You can fly at me anytime you want." I'm thrilled when she blushes scarlet. She should wear less makeup. Her natural beauty is hidden under all that caked-on, glorified dirt.

    "It was presumptuous of me." she says quietly.

    I've figured out that I have to be very sneaky when it comes to flirting with Tiffany. After all, I discovered on our first meeting that she doesn't 'put up with that'. I can never really figure out if she's interested in me or not because she constantly sends me mixed signals. Sometimes I wonder why I bother, but then I always come back for more.

     "It wasn't presumptuous. It was nice. I liked it." I say with a small smile and get a thrill when she blushes again. I remind myself that she invited me over here, and I have to wonder why.

    She looks to be about ready to die of embarrassment, so I keep talking to hopefully steer this conversation in the direction I want it to go. "So how was your break? I thought about you a lot, and I wished that I hadn't had to turn in that sketch or that at least I'd made a copy." That won't help her feel less embarrassed, Donovan. Oh well.
     "It was okay I guess. I just studied, and earlier this afternoon, I took an exam to see if I can skip another half-year so that I can fully be a junior... like you." she states, sounding more confident with every syllable until the last two words. "Although, I don't know what I was thinking. Now there might be the possibility that you'll sit there staring at me in every class."

     She stops her rant with a very quick intake of air and looks like she wants to eat back the words she just spoke.
      I decide to use it. "But I like staring at you."
      She lets out two huffs and asks, "Why? You drive me crazy, and I can't concentrate."
      Time to go in for the kill. "Because I think you're beautiful."
       I love this! I never used to flirt like this in high school. It just never occurred to me to do it. She's at a complete loss for words. I reach up and brush a pretend strand of hair out of her face just so I can touch her as I 'tuck it behind her ear'. I don't know where I got that idea from, but it works.

     Since she's stopped talking, I decide to talk more. "You don't think you're beautiful? Why do you think I stare at you and wanted to draw you?" I am relishing the upper hand I have.
      "Well... you had an assignment due and... well... I was a bitch to you when you first asked me, and I felt bad about it." I feel my eyebrows raise as I wait for a real answer to my question. She huffs a little again and answers, "No. I don't."
      Not even having the pretend pretense of hairs to brush out of her face this time, I cup her face in my hands before I say, "I have to disagree." My face is now inches from hers, and she has her eyes averted off to the side like she's too nervous to even look at me. I wait to see what she'll do next. When she cuts those beautiful sapphires over to me, she has 'kiss me' written all over her face.

    Going with the moment, I move in and kiss her. She jumps for a second before her arms go around me, and she kisses me back.
     I love the way she feels in my arms!
     To be perfectly honest, I did not expect her to let me kiss her. I won't be too surprised if she slaps me at the end of this, but I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts.
     She acts like she wants to pull away in shock, but I cup the back of her head in my hand and make it last at least a little bit longer.

    "Donovan, people could be watching us!" she whispers harshly.
    At least she isn't slapping me. "So what?" I ask with a small smile, watching her beautiful sapphires look around wildly.
     "People don't do this kind of stuff here!" she again whispers.
     I want to kiss her again. "Then let's change that."

      She wilts in my arms. I guess she doesn't care anymore if anyone is watching. I really think nobody cares because they're all busy with their own things -- whatever those may be.
      'What about Willow?' a small voice in my head asks.
      We're not going steady. Besides, I like Tiffany too, and I'm not passing up this opportunity.
      Her mouth is delicious.
      She's shaking. Maybe I've pushed it a little too far.
      I pull back and smile a little as I watch her try to focus.
      She mumbles, "You mentioned once wanting to take me to dinner. The diner is right next door."
      My smile widens as I say, "Then what are we waiting for?"
      We go next door, and I'm happy to find out more about her. She is an only child, and her parents divorced when she was still a child. I love watching her eyes widen when I tell her I'm the third child of six. She says something like 'three is the magic number' that I don't understand but find funny.

     When we walk out, I have to touch her face again as I say, "Thank you for taking me to dinner."
     "How can you say that when you refused to let me pay?" she asks while brushing my hand away. I turn that around on her and capture her hand.
     I laugh quietly before I say, "Well, thank you for letting me take you to dinner." I pull her hand up and kiss her fingers, making sure to maintain eye contact.

     "So, Donovan, what does this mean?" she asks after she nervously jerks her hand away. I love how she does her "v's".
     "What exactly?"
     "This!"
     I smile at her mildly-annoyed expression and guess at what she means. "This was me taking you to dinner."
     "And you kissed me."
     "Because I wanted to." She starts to look mad, so I say, "Because I like you, Tiffany. I thought that was obvious." She looks like she needed to hear that.

     "Okay." she breathes. "I like you too." I smile, and she asks, "So, maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"
     I nod my head. "Yes. I don't doubt you passed that exam. Maybe we'll have all our classes together so that I can stare at you always."
     "Oh no." she nearly whines and hides her face behind her hands.
     I pull her hands apart and kiss her once more, sweetly, before I tell her I'll see her tomorrow. Somehow. I hope.
       'Willow?' the little voice asks.
       Perhaps I'll see her tomorrow too.
       As I walk back to my dorm, I think about how right now Willow is probably getting friendly with her new roommates. I feel irritated at the irrational jealousy that courses through my veins. After all, I just went on a date with another girl.

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Don Robles has a naughty rep. Big surprise.

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Rose 2-3: Counting backwards

Donovan

     Even though I miss Willow, Tiffany as well, it is nice to be home. I feel entertained listening to Mom and Dad try to get information out of Giselle about her school life.

      As usual, everyone but Dad dresses in regular clothes. I don't know how he stands it. I'm cold enough in short sleeves.

     "Milo? What's wrong with your neck?" Mom interrupts herself as she and I talk about my art classes. She tells me she's a little jealous that she didn't ever get the chance to go to college, and I get the feeling that she's living vicariously through what I tell her.

     I can't stand it one morning; I miss Willow. So, I pull my phone out and give her a call even if it's long distance.

     "Hello?" she answers, sounding very sleepy.

     "Willow?"

     "Yeah." she answers, her voice almost having a smacking sound to it.

     "It's Donovan."

     "Donovan .... it's five in the morning here." she says, sounding like she's whining in a way like she doesn't mean to scold me, but she still isn't happy I called at this hour.

      I'm immediately contrite. "Oh no. Oh no, I forgot to count backwards. I got used to calling home and doing the math in that direction. I'm so sorry."

       "It's okay, really, just don't expect me to be my chipper self." she replies, and it kind of sounds like she has her face pressed into her pillow. Imagining her laying in her bed doesn't help me.

     "If it's so terribly early, why did you answer your phone?" I ask, curious and finding the situation a little bit humorous.

     "I have no idea. I think I kind of answered it in my sleep. I didn't even check the caller ID."

     I frown a little. I'd hoped she'd say that she answered just because it was me, but I guess I'll get over it.

      Skye grumbles from the top bunk. "Donny, it's Saturday before noon, would you take that international booty call somewhere else?"

       International booty call doesn't even make any sense, but then, this is Skye we're talking about here.

       Milo sleeps through it all, fully clothed, on his bottom bunk. He's still has his glasses on, and I see a book peep out from under his pillow.

       Willow and I keep talking, and I stay in my room. I successfully get on Skye's last nerve, and he leaves the room, grumbling about being up 'early'.

      "So, did you get your next housing assignment?" I ask, hoping we'll be living in the same dorm... or at least close.

      "I'm not rooming in a dorm this time. My dad's friend's son has a place, and me and two other people are going to live there." she answers.

       Dad's friend's son?! As in, she's going to be living with some guy?! "Who are the other two people?" I ask, trying to not sound suspicious. After all, we're not going steady, so I have no right to get jealous.

       "I honestly have no idea. I'm just happy I'll get my own room." she answers, and I don't feel any better.

       So, it could be three guys for all we know. Surely a father wouldn't do that to his daughter.

      "Well I, unfortunately, don't have any friends with houses there, so I'm still in the dorms. Plus, since they know they have me, I don't get my own room this term."

       "Oh no. That sucks."

       "I suppose I'll survive somehow." I say laughingly.

     I eventually end my phone conversation with her.
     One more week and I can get back over there. I miss Tiffany a little too. I don't miss her snapping at me all the time, but we did have fun while I sketched her.
     I decide to be a good son and do some laundry.

     In fact, I wind up being a very good son, doing all sorts of chores just to keep myself occupied. Painting doesn't work because I just end up thinking about both of them.
      I have no idea how these clothes are going to dry out here in the snow, but since we got rid of our dryer, this is how we do it.
      I hear the doorbell ring.

     I walk inside to see who it is, wondering if it could be Yvette. I see it's Skye's little girlfriend. I chuckle quietly as I walk past them. They look so cute.
     Skye shoots me a death glare, making me widen my smile.

    As I make my way up the stairs, I hear him ask her to prom.
    "I assumed we were going anyway, but I still wanted to officially ask you." he explains.
    She tells him yes, and then she starts laying down all these ground rules. She almost reminds me of Tiffany ... or Yvette. Yvette didn't want to go to prom. She doesn't like crowds. I never thought to ask anyone, so I went alone. I had fun anyway.
     I wonder for a few minutes why I haven't seen Yvette since I got back. I've called her a few times, but she never returned any of my calls. I just don't understand her sometimes.

     I keep trying. After all, she said she wanted to talk to me when I got back. She never calls me back.
     I decide to work out my frustrations by doing a few chin-ups. Someone who must be one of Giselle's little friends comes out and talks to me after I've done about ten or so. Then, Giselle herself comes out on the veranda. I stop and talk to both of them for a while before I get the hint from my baby sister to leave. I decide to go find something to do indoors, wishing I was back at university.

Giselle

    I finally find where Clifton has gotten himself to. He's out talking to Don. Cliff wants to find out everything he can about Sim City University because he says he wants to go there himself after we graduate. I don't know if I do or not, but I know that if he goes and I don't, I'll miss him.
    Over the past few months, we've been out a few times. I can never tell if things are just friendly with him or if he's wanting more than friendship. I wouldn't mind more than just friendship, but I also don't want to lose his friendship.
    Still, I almost wish he would push things past friendship so that Nate can get a clue and leave me alone. I'm not interested, douche bag! Get over it!

    Once Donny finally leaves us alone, we pick up from where we left off in our conversation.
    "Did you hear that Angela said yes to Nate asking her to prom?" he mentions.
    My mouth drops open for a second before I breathe a sigh of relief and look heavenward in thanks. "Thank goodness. Now maybe he'll leave me alone."
    "He was bothering you?" he asks with this adorable protectiveness present in his voice. I hope I'm not imagining it.
     "Yes. I kept worrying he'd ask me to prom. He's not terrible; I just don't like him."
     "So, has anyone else asked you?" he asks me, and my heart skips a beat.
     "No...." I answer and leave the statement hanging.
     "I don't know if I even want to go." he says unexpectedly, and I feel my face fall.

     His eyes blink once before his eyebrows go up. I look away, embarrassed that I let my feelings show up on my face.
     "But..." he starts talking again after a pause that feels like it lasts an eternity, "I don't see anything wrong with us going together. If that's okay with you, that is."
     Not quite as romantic as I'd always pictured it in my head, but I'll take it. So, I swallow my disappointment and force a smile on my face as I say, "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."
     "We don't have to." he says quickly, probably misreading my expression. "I just thought ... that ... since we weren't going with anyone else and it's only a few days away and maybe it's something we don't want to miss out on ... that we could, you know, go as friends."
     Oh, let's make it even less romantic, why don't we? Still, I nod in an understanding way and say, "Yeah, sure." I try to keep my face even.
      "What's wrong?" he asks. "Were you hoping somebody else would ask you? If you want, maybe I could go talk to whoever it is. I don't want to prevent you from going with someone you really want to go with."
      I am about ready to punch him in the face. Maybe that would knock some sense into him.
      "No, that's okay. I don't want anyone else to ask me." I say. Hint!!!
     "Oh! Okay then. Cool." he smiles.

     My spirits lift a tiny bit when I see that he's happy I said yes.

     Later, Skye starts teasing me about prom coming up and the fact that I don't have a date.
     "But I do have a date." I say in sadistic glee.

      "Who?" he asks darkly.
      "Clifton Mancini." I answer triumphantly, and I see Dad's head pop over in my direction.
      "Camillo's son?" Dad asks.
      "Yes. Do we know any other Clifton Mancinis?" I sass.
      "No, I was just asking, and you watch your tone." he scolds back while Skye continues to look at me with narrowed eyes.
      "He's too old for you." Skye says.
      "No, he's not. Shut up, Skye." I snap. Too old?! Skye, you are so annoying!

     "Looks like somebody needs to do the dishes." Skye states, annoying as ever.
     "It's your night." I say, knowing it's mine.
     "No it isn't. I did them last night. It's your night."
     "It's Milo's night." I say.
     Dad walks in with his plate of lasagna. "Milo is sick, and it is your night, Giselle."
     Crap.

     Then, Dad starts laying into Skye about what he should and shouldn't do at Prom.
     Sweet. Give it to him, Dad. You know what he was planning.

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Stopping it here because I can't figure out where else to break it.

News:
* Galen Bianchi (Beppe's little brother) married Rosaria Frey, Ron Frey's widow. Cougar.
* I bought jock influence for Skye and took the recommended 'irresistible' trait for him. Nice. :)
* Donovan FINALLY graduated. I didn't get a good pic of him. The whole process was five times more irritating than Link's. He didn't move until the ceremony was over. Funny, because he was the valedictorian like Link was. He was also voted most likely to take over the world. Do huh?
* Glen Romano (Chasity's brother) and Crystal Valenci broke off their engagement and guess what -- she's stalking him now.
* Rose got lvl 10 gardening
* Donovan got to lvl 8 nerd so I got to choose another trait for him as well. I decided against the recommended bookworm and chose irresistible for him as well. (Later I was like 'what was I thinking?!')
* I discovered that Yvette does indeed have the loner trait from the thought bubbles over her head.
* Beppe and Marta have another kid (I guess if Link and Fiona won't have kids, then SP has those two making sure the next generation is populated.), Bartolomeo. That's a fun name to say. Bartolomeo Bianchi. :D (yes, I named him.)
* Pedro aged up to elder right after the graduation:

I'm sad. I didn't take any pics of him in his pj's (he wears pants now), but he's actually not that bad. I'm still sad though because his face really aged.

Others of note at the graduation:

L to R: Yvette Ferrari is holding her toddler sister, Jacklyn. Her mom, Jalissa, stands next to them. Then there's Athena Monty, Antonio & Allen's sister. Next there's Dalma Taylor, Giacomo Modena and Florence Taylor's lovechild.

This is me glazing over prom. I forgot to get their pictures, which I like to post as well. I'll get them later. Hm, Skye prom king and Giselle queen. Interesting.

Clifton finally got a clue and figured out that Giselle liked him. In my head, he liked her too but didn't think she liked him, but he still liked hanging around her anyway. Then as they danced.... /happy sigh. Make up the rest in your head.

Poor Milo had a bad time. :( It didn't help he had a cold.

Now Donovan can stop counting down the days (backwards of course) until he goes back to school because it'll be in the next update!

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