Well, he wasn't wrong. Jo's brows furrowed in mild confusion as she brushed the dust from her dress and furthered entered the room. Was the invitation not plans, then? Had her concussed brain somehow rearranged the words in his letter? It wasn't impossible, she supposed, as her brain didn't often feel like her own anymore.
"Is now a good time?" She asked, feeling more uncomfortable than ever having just seemingly invited herself over to his flat. "I can come back another day..."
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"Is now a good time?" She asked, feeling more uncomfortable than ever having just seemingly invited herself over to his flat. "I can come back another day..."
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