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Loïc“When the mind is weak, nothing else matters.”
—Loïc Berkeley
My phone buzzes with another text from London.
I love you. Forever. Please call me.
I can’t take much more of her constant texting and calling. Each time she calls, I want to throw away my phone for good. I especially can’t handle when she stops by and pounds on my door for what seems like hours. I can’t risk seeing her. I feel like a prisoner in my own home—for more reasons than one.
I wish I could just get rid of my phone altogether. I don’t want one. I wouldn’t need one either, except to talk to Maggie. I have to have a way for Maggie to get ahold of me. She calls fairly regularly—most times, late at night, when she’s crying. I always pick up. She deserves that. Cooper deserves that. I think it helps Maggie griev
