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The playboy Chase has alarned one and a scared, lonely man sits before me “You really do love her, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I think I do” He takes a large sip of his ers up the sides of his nose and across his forehead “I’ve never been in love before, and it’s freaking me out I didn’t knoould react this way to her constantly flying across the country”

“I knohat youme miserable, too”

“Is is supposed to feel like this?”

“The er”

“I don’t like not knohat she’s doing”

“She’s working,” I say, signaling for another beer

“It’s after work I’uys will flock to her”

“Justin,” I say, looking straight at him, “you need to trust her”

“I don’t kno

to do that”

“Yes, you do”

“I can’t, because I knohat I would do” He fiddles with his fingers, obviously nervous with the direction of this conversation

“So, you’re fighting your own demons?”

“It see for the answer