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I couldn’t concentrate First and foremost, not everyone was present Cody and Topher were both ood excuse He lived with his rock-star boyfriend in West Hollywood and only sporadically attended s, but he was a close friend of ours, so he was always included

Topher, on the other hand, never s The Script Club was his idea The weekend before we all beca day Yes, it was the same occasion where I’d first laid eyes on the extraordinarily handsome Blake, who happened to have had a short liaison with Topher, but I wasn’t thinking about hiestion to stay connected and do so

We used these s, movie marathons, barbecues, and corn hole contests And of course, we discussed practical items, like whose turn it was to buy coffee or to ask Mrs Norris next door to please pick up her precious poodle’s poop from our front lawn

We acknowledged that even though we shared a house, went to the same university, and in some cases worked at the saht up with research and forget that connecting with friends was equally as important

I fully understood that life had changed for Topher But when he’d first ht a house nearby and asked him to move in with him, Topher had e s and dinners…even after he no longer lived here

But Topher still lived here and he was never late So where the heck was he?

I glanced atain

“Do you think he’s okay? Topher is always the first to arrive anywhere,” Holden commented anxiously fro the brick fireplace

Tolanced up from his cell as he sank into the sofa cushions opposite Holden “He’s not technically late yet He still has five minutes to—”

“He’s not co into the roo behind him

“Not co?” I stopped in ht?”

George perched on his favorite leather chair in the corner and nodded “Yeah, he’s fine Siht He took Toph out for a surprise dinner and invited his grandparents Toph sounded kind of frantic, but I told hi a text any—”