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God, when did I becoe chunk of rabht of my screen casts overinto the mattress My thumb hovers over the FaceTime icon

I scowl at ht Really fucking busy, remember?

With a heavy exhale, I let the phone drop out of ainst my pillow and force , and to chase after sleep

And the next ain, or stop in for a quick hello, I force myself to focus onthe fuck out ofit da

"Goddamn it" I pick up the now empty container off the floor and slaar collects near ranules shi the wood

Well, this is just perfect And exactly how you get ants

Snatching up the broom, I sweep up my mess as Joey steps into the back

"I think you need a break Your language is getting a bit out of control back here" He bends down to hold the pan forwhat he collects into the trash

"It is not," I scoff, sweeping another pile into the pan, although I aue has been today

"The last custo on the handle as Joey straightens Shit "Oh"

"Yeah"

Leaning the brooainst the wall in the corner, I brush ht as well be dead, phone scrapes against believable," I utter, ripping off ainst the wall below the hooks It falls into a crue that he still hasn’t stopped over here" Joey leans against the worktop "Are we sure he’s alive?"

Oh, I’m sure His car is parked in a different spot than it was yesterday That ht, or at least soht,too busy to call or stop over here yesterday is one thing, but standingwithis bullshit Especially when he’s always over here, and always texting ? No contact? What the hell?"

"What happened the last time you saw him? After your delivery that day, did he act weird?"

I pinch ether