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CHAPTER 12 SHAWN “Y ou haven’t been answering my calls,” I said to Arlene as she avoided my eyes and cleared the used beer mugs from the bar counter. I’d been seated at my usual spot at the counter for the past thirty minutes, and Arlene had barely glanced in my direction. After the incident at the art gallery, I’d tried to reach her, but to no avail. My parents hadn’t said anything inherently mean or demeaning, but anyone who had a brain could easily read between the lines and see what they meant. My entire body had wanted to go after Arlene and apologize for what had happened, but I’d also felt like letting her go was the right decision. There was a very slim chance that she felt the same way for me as I did for her, which only complicated things further. And I couldn’t stop th
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