I’m just the delivery man

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Grace I closed my eyes and pressed two fingers to my temple. The words on the page were beginning to blur together. I should’ve stopped hours ago, but every time I thought about putting the folder down, I forced myself to keep going. By now, it wasn’t even because I’d been ordered to, it was because I genuinely wanted to. Back in college, I’d written press releases for little campus projects, but this was bigger. I didn’t even know when it happened, but I started liking it. My phone dinged, interrupting me. I dropped the folder onto the table and let my gaze drift to my phone. River. [Are you busy?] I sighed and closed my eyes. Damn it. I had completely forgotten to tell him I wouldn’t be making it to lunch. I typed back. [Yes, I am. I’m sorry, let’s have lunch another time. My t

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