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Only it ht not be…

Fuck, my head hurts

Downing halfto help

Iris leans back in her seat, but there’s nothing relaxed about her posture Her gaze stays fixed on me

At least the cafe is quiet It’s a small place with a dozen tables and a cute, artsy vibe The kind of place I’d take Ryan just to hear his on the walls (they really are generic Is the Eiffel Tower supposed to make me feel like this cafe really is Parisian?)

“You can’t drop a bomb like ‘he’s over his ex’ and not explain” She snaps her bacon in half, offers it to me When I shake my head, she takes a bite

“He said he isn’t going to the wedding”

“He’s co after you”

“Maybe” The thought war Makes the air sweeter I want it to be true I need it to be true I need it too badly

I can’t get my hopes up

Her voice gets soft “You were ready to be patient before”

“It changed”

“Why?”

“I thought, once ere together…”

“You thought you had a ic pussy?”