My phone rings its Sam. I'm numb to her name. The last time we spoke, I told her I loved her. So keep it cool, Robbie."Hey Robbie, is it true you asked Missy to be your date to my wedding?""Yeah, it's true. Is there a problem with that?" My voice is hostile. I want nothing to do with her physically or emotionally."No, of course not. Listen, are you and I okay?" Sam whispers into the phone.I want to smack her through the phone. Of course, we aren't cool. If we were okay, she'd love me back, and Mr. Darcy wouldn't be an option for her."Sure, Sam. We're cool. Sorry I made an ass of myself last night. I was a little drunk. I hope I didn't say anything too embarrassing."
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