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“Here,” Brendan said and tossed a cell phone down on the table in front of me. “Now you can make that call you promised you’d make.” “Whose phone is that?” “I borrowed it from the bartender.” That was a good idea, why hadn’t I thought of that? “Okay. I’ll call him. Why was I calling him again? I don’t want to talk to him.” “At least let him know that you’re safe, alright?” “I can do that. But I’m not leaving.” “You can stay as long as you want.” I smiled as I lifted up the phone. It finally felt like I had someone in my life I could trust. Someone I felt like myself around. I bit the inside of my lip. That wasn’t true. Rob had been so nice. I had truly felt comfortable around him. And James. I was starting to get used to him. As a friend. Not whatever we were supposed to be. And as
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