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Anna
Back in London, I went shopping for a new cell phone, as it seemed my old phone was made back when dinosaurs roamed the Earth and I couldn’t buy a new charger anywhere. I left Rob a message, hoping he would call back and we could meet up.
“Hey, sorry for being MIA. I lost my charger. Want to grab dinner tonight?”
I unpacked my bag and put a load of clothes in the washer. The gossip magazine with Rob and Stacey lay wrinkled in the bottom of my suitcase. I picked it up and took a deep breath. “No, I’m not gonna entertain those thoughts anymore,” I said firmly to myself and threw it in the bin. I would stop speculating about these rumors when there was probably a reasonable explanation for Stacey answering Rob’s phone. I didn’t want to scare him away by acting like a crazy, posses
