The اگلے morning.
Jo woke up in her bed. Dean had told her to sleep there instead of with him. Just when things seem to go in the right direction, something was holding Dean back. Ever since that whore had shown up yesterday Dean hadn’t کہا one friendly word to her.
She came out of بستر and walked into the kitchen. She saw Sam sitting at the میز, جدول in the living room, apparently looking for cases on his laptop. Her mom was doing the dishes of the گزشتہ evening. And Dean was sitting at the باورچی خانے, باورچی خانہ table, staring at his cup of coffee.
“That coffee won’t drink itself, آپ know” Ellen...
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