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SCARLETT
Fourteen days. Two weeks, thirteen hours, six minutes, and twenty-two seconds. Enough time? I didn’t want to risk the humiliation of chasing after Aiden and being rejected, but his absence became unbearable. I had to risk it. Before Aiden came along, it seemed a safe bet that I would spend the rest of my life alone, apart from the company of my books, animals, and a messy house.
I didn’t sleep well. They didn’t teach this in school, how to win back your man and convince him to stay.
A little dramatic, Scarlett. All you have to do is get the guts up to tell him how you feel. Even a chickenshit like you can muster up the courage to do that.
Right? No big deal.
I survived on chocolate mousse from Sweetness & Light for the last fourteen days. It was so evil that they started
