Strike

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Eleanor groaned into the pillow of her bed, her head banging.

"Glad to see you are finally awake." Grandpa Tony coughed.

Eleanor sprang up from the bed, "How did I get home?"

"A fine young man brought you home." Grandpa Tony smiled.

"A fine young man?"'

"Mmmh....." Grandpa Tony winked, "What was his name again?? Yeah, I think Asher!."

"Shoot! That guy?!"

"Yeah, who ever the guy is. Have you finally decide to stop being obsessed with Ryan."

"No way!" Eleanor argued.

As if hitting replay, her brain replayed when she'd ask Asher if she could love him and her confession for yearning for love."

Eleanor buried her head again and groaned into the pillow.

"I'll take it something embarrassing happened yesterday." Grandpa Tony chuckled.

"I don't want to talk about it?" Eleanor replied, the pillow muffling her voice.

"Did you guys at least kiss?" Grandpa Tony teased, "Such a beautiful night would go to waste if you guys hadn't kissed."

"We did not kiss!" Eleanor defended indignantly, "
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