"I can't read what I wrote."
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“What do you mean, you can’t read what you wrote?” Henry looks up from his phone and glances over at his friend with his eyebrows furrowed, though there’s an obvious sign of amusement written over the older’s face. Putting his phone aside, he leans up and shifts closer to Jaiden, who’s sitting at the other end of the couch. “Holy shit,” he then says, followed by a laugh and a shake of his head when he looks at the piece of paper Jaiden is looking at, “no wonder you can’t read that stuff. Your obsession with calligraphy is taking it to a whole new level.” Still chuckling, Henry snatches the paper from him and moves back to his previous position — leaning into a bunch of pillows with his legs stretched across the empty space of the L-shaped sofa. That’s definitely one of many reasons Henry is so happy about having more space in his new apartment — a bigger couch. “I’m pretty sure that part,” he says, randomly pointing at one of the scribbled lines, “says something about how insanely handsome I am. Aw, man. You know I’m engaged, right?”
