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“Pumpkin?” I asked. He turned around. “No…that…” “It’s okay. Really.” I shrugged my shoulders. “It was just…Rob.” He sounded so much more tense than he just had on the phone. Whoever was on the other line made him much happier than I did. It was true, I didn’t know him, but I could still tell he was lying. Obviously. “You call your brother Pumpkin? That seems highly unlikely.” He pressed his lips together. I broke eye contact with him and my gaze landed on his bare feet. “I’m sorry about your shoes.” “I don’t care about my shoes. I’m just glad you’re safe.” “Yeah.” I folded my arms in front of my chest. “You didn’t have to come.” He just stared at me. “Where’s Brendan?” “In his own apartment.” His words came out harsh. I hugged my arms tighter against my chest. “You don’t have
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