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~ TRISTAN ~ I watched Hazel as she dressed up for work, speaking to someone over the phone. “Yes… no, not like that… yes… no… okay… you know what? Never mind, I’ll be there soon… bye.” She finally dropped the phone, pulling the zipper of her skirt up and tied her long dark brown hair into a ponytail. I resumed typing away on my laptop to finalize the work I had to do before leaving for the office. “Hey Tristan, I’m leaving now.” She announced and grabbed her bag. “Okay,” I replied, trying to hide my pain— the pain from missing her too much. She stared at me with squinted eyes and opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a call from her phone once again. Checking the screen of her phone, she said a quick “goodbye” before heading out while speaking to whoever it wa
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