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didn't say anything. I didn't want to implicat

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on earth would Dylan do that?”We

night. We met for pancakes this morn

gether. “Oh, brilKenzynt? Is he okay? W

but still good. He won't say why he

back to the issue at hand. “But why will Dylan go

ged. Don't worry I'm

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do anything other than lying on the sofa with an ice pack,

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company does

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HOP. No one can break off a table like tha

I'm going to

l at Raymond's house. I left it there when I stormed out. Gri

rch turn up?” Hannah

it out, though. I'm going to get

can go with you

right. I can d

over the damage. The last thing I

send Dylan if what I suspected is right, having Dylan

ay. Well, there's no point just sitting here. Best to ge

able. The house looks terrible rath

saw me. “Kenzy! I so

tay. I'm just pick

have to lis

ng my laptop bag. I started parking my laptop

you. Things were just so bad between us. You don't want m

d around, resisting the urge to

you are blameless in this, Kenzy, it takes to fight

o takes two to have sex, and that sex was between you and

this, you'll see. You'll never

ever call me again, I'm ge

rised there wasn't steam

at his betrayal was

ylan tear hi

h's house, I called her from t

have thought the hangover would t

ing to meet

mond fought?

ea

on my

try to shove Raymond's words out of my mind by thinking about Dyla

on Sunday morning, but there

ouching his shoulder. It took me a moment to realize he

t to tell m

foug

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nasty side. I guess I'

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er sip of my drink. “I can't

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s there anyth

r side of the bar. He catches my eyes, and I don'

rth one. Maybe we

the rest of my

t if you want. D

guy at the bar, swa

get over Raymond and

hand

found satisfaction because he pulled out a

etter.” I reach for

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more greetings as I le

wall and kissing me. I responded by letting him ru

d I didn't stop him. We're still k

pants, one thought made it thr

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, but that's never been my style. I should

, and still, I haven't stopped him

you doi