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“No. That can’t be real. You have to be lying. That’s not like him.” Ava was just as confused as the rest of us when I told her what happened the other day when I went to Dylan’s. She took the clothes from the basket and started to fold them as she furrowed her eyebrows with every garment she touched, “It just doesn’t make sense. That doesn’t sound like him.”
“I get it. We’re all confused. I called Dylan on my way over to his place to get more details and when he told me what happened I really thought they were f*****g with me.” I jumped onto the bed and leaned against the headboard as she kept working the clothes.
She was released from the hospital earlier this week but she didn’t come straight home like we thought she was. The girls took her out to lunch to get some real food that
