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34: Telling you I haven't seen your face in ages

A/N:

Alright, so seeing as that this account has basically blown up (in my eyes at least), imma come on here and give y'all a chapter.

For all my readers all over the world, hello and thank you for support wherever you are!

Showing your support for the story really helps and it means the world.

I actually wanna do a S/O since I haven't done one since the following has basically skyrocketed.

So S/O for this chapter goes to  StealMyLem0nTree

She's got a really good story called 'Wrapped Around His Finger'

It's ongoing at the moment, but you won't regret reading it.

Anywhoooo, on with the chapter!

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September 2018

Molly's P.O.V

Ok, if I'm gonna be honest, going out with the girls back in August was actually fun.

Like, I started to feel like me again.

It is going to be a slow process to get to where I was before, but I think so far, I'm on the right track.

Since that day, I've actually somewhat gone out. I went to do the groceries with Kate, but she held me back from the home decor and all the aesthetic stuff.

Rude, I know.

Every time I go to target, well the times I did go was either by myself or with...him.

Anyways, anytime I make some sort of Target trip, I always go to that area.

Sometimes I buy stuff, and sometimes it's a look around....so that I know what to get next time.

Now, I may only be 23 years old, but I feel old, cause once your at the point where you get excited for home gagets, room decor, and all that adult stuff, like that's when you know you're old.

The last time I went to target alone...which was a long time ago, I found this electric hand mixer and I bought it, and I have baked a ton of cookies with that bad boy.

Like, I feel old. But, I'm like Joanne, well, actually wait. Joanne is older than me, but she has this young soul. I'm still young, soooo, wait, now that I think about it, I don't think I can relate to Joanne.

Maybe Santana? Santana thiugh, she's only like 5-6 years older than me.

OK, basically what I'm trying to say is that I feel somewhat old because I get excited over house products and gagets.

So, it's a gloomy morning in Los Angeles, California.

Woah, hold up, why am I trying to sound like a weatherwoman, ok, something's wrong with me.

At the same time, Californina doesn't see much gloomy weather, so I am very excited.

Anyways, this gave me an excuse to wear sweats and a sweteer.

So I went with some sweats I ordered from Roots and the sweater you know who gave me.

Why do I still wear it? Because I'm undecisive on how I feel and this sweater is also very comfy.

Also, these Roots sweats would have to be my fav.

Like, the material may be a bit thin, which is why I'm very careful with it, and also why I don't put it through the dryer.