Seventy three

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Hillary I sighed, scanning through my roll of sweaters. How do I not have a pink sweater? Any other color will mess up my outfit, but it’s also too cold to go outside like this. Ben has a pink sweater, and I'm pretty sure it is just the same shade as my blouse, or very close. I’d just borrow it and return it. Or should I ask first? He hasn’t responded to my text or taken any of my calls since he left. I’m sure he has me blocked or just completely abandoned his cellphone. I’d text him anyway, just in case. I pick up my phone. Me: Borrowing your pink sweater, thank you. I hit send and scroll through the bunch of other messages I sent that didn’t get a response. Kira says he is fine, but I’m sure if I call just one more time to ask how he is doing again, she’s going to tell me to f**k o

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