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My phone screen lights up; it's a text from Harper. Amy is asleep; it's almost six in the morning. I should be sleeping too, given the lack of sleep from last night, but I just couldn't shake off the anxiety I felt. This is the third time I am cuddling with a girl, the second time I share a bed with a girl—and the second time I lie in bed with Amy, and it's so weird. She looks so good; I watched her all night. It's creepy.
Swiping the phone screen takes me directly to Harper's new message.
Harper: Tell me good news.
We haven't had a chance to talk since the other day. I start typing back.
Me: Amy is back at the house.
I send it to her and wait as she types.
Harper: So, you two made up?
Me: Under the condition that you and I won't meet.
And I've got everything all planned o
