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Chapter 26. |Circles and Chemists|
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2020-09-10 21:32:18Emergency at work, be back in a few. Don't wait up.
Mom.
Few as in hours, I knew.
I read the small note over and over with a tired sigh as I balled up the paper and tossed it into the trash, where the rest of her notes had gone too. I looked around the kitchen, acutely aware of how silent it was, I was alone again in the house.
The fridge hummed on, seeming like the only thing that was breaking the kitchen's silence. I went over to the sink, reaching for a glass cup and filling it up. Well this note just ruined my already sour mood.
Why was I in a sour mood?
The date (well, sorta date) with Amanda calling him immediately I dropped Blake's call. According to him, Amanda just lost beloved pet poodle and needed him to be with her. Even I knew how much that dog meant to her so I didn't stop or discourage him from leaving. He did buy me a lot of ice-cream and sweets as c
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Emergency at work, be back in a few. Don't wait up.Mom.Few as in hours, I knew.I read the small note over and over with a tired sigh as I balled up the paper and tossed it into the trash, where the rest of her notes had gone too. I looked around the kitchen, acutely aware of how silent it was, I was alone again in the house.The fridge hummed on, seeming like the only thing that was breaking the kitchen's silence. I went over to the sink, reaching for a glass cup and filling it up. Well this note just ruined my already sour mood.Why was I in a sour mood?The date (well, sorta date) with Amanda calling him immediately I dropped Blake's call. According to him, Amanda just lost beloved pet poodle and needed him to be with her. Even I knew how much that dog meant to her so I didn't stop or discourage him from leaving. He did buy me a lot of ice-cream and sweets as c
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