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2024-10-29 19:42:56Liza’s Point of View:
The way Francine was looking at me just made things worse. Of course she was confused, because I didn’t tell her what happened after Brody and I went back to my apartment last night. Dropping a bomb like “hey, someone just broke up with me” isn’t something you can just sweep under the rug though, so like it or not I had to give her the full details.
And trust me, I didn’t like it. I just didn’t know where else to go.
"Come inside, dude.” Francine wrapped the thin white robe she was wearing around herself and ushered me in before closing the door behind us. “Tea or coffee. Which do you prefer?” I watched her pad toward the kitchen sleepily and took a seat on one of her barstools.
“Got any vanilla creamer?” She knew it was my favorite.
“You’re in luck, because I just stocked up a few days ago.” Fr
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