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"That picture wasn’t us," I say, suddenly alert "I don’t kno, Lauren, but that wasn’t-"

"Are you sure?" she asks, cutting her "What’s the story, Lauren? Iit so-"

"I don’t know, Victor, but I’ure it all out," she says "I wouldn’t necessarily bet on it but I think you’ll figure it all out In the end"

"Jesus, you sound like you don’t want to ruin the surprise for o"

"It’s not ht be you But that’s not me"

"Well, it looks like you, Victor The paper says it’s you-"

"Lauren," I shout, panicking "What in the hell’s happening? Where in the fk did that photo come from?"

"Victor," she continues calmly "We cannot see each other anymore We cannot talk to each other any this like you’ve just con," she says sternly

"I urge you, baby, one last ti down "I want to be with you," I finally say

"Trust ets his shirts tailored-"

"Frankly I couldn’t care less," she says "Those are things you care about Those are the things thatpause I say, "I guess you heard about Mica"