This is part two of a long story.
Part one:
Migrant camp neighbor Part 1 (long) [MF] from gonewildstories
I’m a very visual person, so I like including pics that I feel closely resemble the girl, outfit, position, etc. None are my own pics, I found them all on Reddit.
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So where do I pick back up….. I guess the next day. That evening was when I got the next text from Ana.
The message just said “Hey neighbor! Can I come over later? I think you have something of mine.”
I said, “Sure Ana, come on over whenever. I’ll be home at 6”
On my way home I stopped to get some beer and dinner. I thought I should offer to make dinner, so I texted her and she was up for it. She’ll be over around 7. I got home, prepared one of the few really good recipes I know: homemade spaghetti and meatballs. I’m not the fastest chef, so Ana showed up before dinner was ready. She said that’s fine, she’s in no hurry.