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2022-03-23 08:29:16CURT POV
9:13 am
Curt- Leena, I thought you would want me to stay for as long as possible.
9:24
Leena- I do, but I mean, you might as well go ahead with the move. Two weeks won't make a difference. We will see each other soon.
9:25
Curt- If you say so.
TWO WEEKS BEFORE 11/14 THANKSGIVING
2:11 pm
Curt- I can't wait to see you, baby.
2:43 pm
Leena- Curt, I have to tell you something.
2:44pm
Curt- What?
Leena- I'm pregnant.
2:57 pm
Curt- What? Leena, we haven't
Curt- Whose?
Leena- A guy I work with. He went to school with us. He is from Dylan's grade. Zane.
Leena- Curt. I am so sorry. It just happened. We work together. I see him every day.... I just started liking him.....you know.....
Leena- Curt?
Curt- Lose my number, Leena. Just leave me alone. I can't b
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