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The turn of the lock sounds horribly final And the truth sinks in

If I don’t do soood

After the sleepless overnight flight I had back to Dallas, as pain of her disrab a room, and pray that tomorroill be better

But it’s not Tuesday is simply another level of awful

Sloan is still nowhere to be found And instead of Reservoir’s ethey can’t spare a moment to talk to me about my plans for their depart, they simply turn their backs

It’s fucking infuriating and hu at once

Tuesday evening I return to Sloan’s place to try to talk to her She refuses to answer the door Nothing I say or do cracks her resolve or changes her mind

It hits ain

I’m crushed

Not only that, neither Evan nor I have heard froht hours To say ross understatement

Things go from bad to worse when I arrive at Reservoir’s office on Wednesdayear-to-ear s at someone in the middle of the crowd The mood in the air is jubilant

Uh-oh

I’d love toon Well, first I’d insist on seeing Sloan so we can clear up the steaht now, I settle at the back of the lobby, tuck ure out why the staff is in the mood to party

“Speech Speech Speech!” the crowd begins to chant

Finally, I see a crown of fiery hair appear above the others as Sloan accepts a hand up to stand on the receptionist’s desk and someone whistles at everyone to settle down