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This Ponyboy Curtis litrato contains portrait, headshot, and closeup.
Technically speaking, the definition of tough is not cool, but strong enough to withstand adverse conditions or rough or careless handling.” Ross says.
You look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really mga kaibigan with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling you “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” You say.
You look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” You were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
You look at him, stunned.
You could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along madami often.” You whisper to Ponyboy.
You look in amazement at your boyfriend Ponyboy. Is he really mga kaibigan with this geek?
Ponyboy smiles and nods, telling you “I know this kid is a frickin insane genius.”
“Well… That’s interesting.” You say.
You look at Ponyboy. “So how much do we have to leave for a tip?” You were at the diner, hanging out for lunch.
“She was a quality waitress, so 20%. We each owe her 1 dollar.” Ross pipes up. He starts to make hand gestures to explain the process.”Since the bill was 15 dollars, we each paid 5 dollars. 20% of 15 is 3… So it’d be a 3 dollar tip, one dollar each.”
You look at him, stunned.
You could not to do math to save your life.
“You should have him along madami often.” You whisper to Ponyboy.
Ponyboy’s Perspective
“Dad, why does Hesus have a scary beard?” My eight taon old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve taon old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep sa pamamagitan ng now.
(Y/N) was at home, on kama rest. Ella or Robert could be born any araw now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
“Dad, why does Hesus have a scary beard?” My eight taon old Rhett whispers.
“I don’t know…Maybe they couldn’t shave back then.” I whisper back.
“Oh,” he nods. It seemed to make sense to him.
Twelve taon old Scarlett looked over at us, trying to see what all the whispering was about. I waved my hand at her to tell her it wasn’t important.
Charlie had crawled into my lap halfway through the sermon. He was five now, but still my little man. He was half asleep sa pamamagitan ng now.
(Y/N) was at home, on kama rest. Ella or Robert could be born any araw now. I would be a dad to four. That would be scary. Horrifying.
But I was happy.
