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A woman called Matt. I had no idea who she was, but it looked like they were close. Ex-girlfriend? or best friend? I focused on my girlfriend, who glowed and smiled like she saw chocolates but was eyeing me.
She anchored her arms to mine, and a smile crept up on my lips. We stood on the side of the arrival zone while waiting for Matt to return.
"Baby, I didn't tell you last time, but I saw a photo of you and Jojo on the plane," she muttered while looking at the floor.
"What? Where?" I asked. It was weird because Jojo and I didn't take a photo on the plane.
"On the internet," someone took a photo of us and posted it on the internet. Invading my privacy was one of the reasons I wouldn't say I liked to pursue music.
"Are you jealous?" I asked. I held on to her chin and stirred
