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Nothing from Sloan Damn it

Diggingsockets of rief, I dial my mom

“Sebastian?”

As soon as I hear her groggy voice, I reht back home

“Sorry, Moot how late it is there Go back to sleep”

“No, that’s okay Tellon”

Of course she thinks I’ to Sloan aside, I haven’t spoken to her inout ain How are you?”

“A lot better than you sound Talk to me”

“I’hten the mood

But just like when I was a teenager sneaking out on Saturday night to drink beer and play video gah ? Where’s Sloan?”

I slam my eyes shut Her questions forceto avoid with the vodka “I…screwed up with her”

My s?”

Maybe Probably “I don’t kno”

She sighs “Women are communicators If you replay your last conversation or two, I’ useful”

That I need to put her first That I need to let her go