All sewn up?

The girls from Seamless are back, and things seem to be going so, well... seamlessly! Becca and the boys were making their way in their little home, Dana was finally dating the man of her dreams, Elle was madly in love with Bobby Fweidman, and Allie's belly was growing quickly. Sure, Becca's book, Seamless, had flopped, but she was still enjoying her classes at the art museum and still finding peace as she drove past the beautiful historic homes along Wee Street. Becca had almost had to pinch herself that morning as she looked over to the other side of the bed to where Jay was sleeping. She gave the blanket a little yank to cover herself and found a small thread sticking out from the beige rectangle embroidered on the duvet. She played with it and tried to break it off, but, instead, the string began to unravel, becoming longer and longer. As she wrapped it around her finger to rip it off, it only became tighter around it, making her fingertip bulge and turn red. Becca unwrapped it slowly and stared at the string, now several inches long, the embroidered rectangle now fraying on the edge. One loose string, one tiny pull, can make things come apart, she thought. If a seam opens, that's it. It is no longer smooth, it is no longer continuous, and all it takes is one tiny pull on one loose thread... Isn't that always the formula? Just when you think you have things all sewn up, the monsters and bumps, crooks and lumps appear. Maybe things weren't so seamless after all...

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The girls from Seamless are back, and things seem to be going so, well seamlessly! Becca and the boys were making their way in their little home, Dana was finally dating the man of her dreams, Elle was madly in love with Bobby Fweidman, and Allie's belly was growing quickly. Sure, Becca's book, Seamless, had flopped, but she was still enjoying her classes at the art museum and still finding peace as she drove past the beautiful historic homes along Wee Street.Becca had almost had to pinch herself that morning as she looked over to the other side of the bed to where Jay was sleeping. She gave the blanket a little yank to cover herself and found a small thread sticking out from the beige rectangle embroidered on the duvet. She played with it and tried to break it off, but, instead, the string began to unravel, becoming longer and longer. As she wrapped it around her finger to rip it off, it only became tighter around it, making her fingertip bulge and turn red. Becca unwrapped it slowly and stared at the string, now several inches long, the embroidered rectangle now fraying on the edge. One loose string, one tiny pull, can make things come apart, she thought. If a seam opens, that's it. It is no longer smooth, it is no longer continuous, and all it takes is one tiny pull on one loose threadIsn't that always the formula? Just when you think you have things all sewn up, the monsters and bumps, crooks and lumps appear. Maybe things weren't so seamless after all