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Uncomfortable Lunch
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2024-10-29 19:42:56It was a little past 2:00 when Bree and Trent walked into the restaurant Christy had suggested. When Christy said she’d be there at 2:00, that meant no earlier than 2:15, so Bree wasn’t surprised at all that they still weren’t there now, and she wasn’t expecting them for a few more minutes. The waiter showed them to a booth large enough to seat all four of them, and Bree and Trent sat together, leaving the other side for their friends--if that could even be used to describe Hank at the moment. He was still Bree’s friend, but apparently not Trent’s. Not that she blamed him.
He’d agreed to come, though. That was something. She knew he was
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