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“Hey Gali, can we meet early before the game? I have to pick up some stuff at the mall so meet me there at 3PM sharp.” I texted my best friend as I get up and headed to the shower. *phone rings* “What’s up?” I answered promptly. “Bro, sorry I can’t make it later. I can’t watch the game as I have important matters to deal with. I’ll make it up to you next time. Got to go!” Gali explained in one breath. What the heck, he did not even let me answer, why call if you won’t even communicate properly. He could have texted me instead such a weirdo. What’s more important than a soccer game? Since when he started hiding things from me. I headed for the shower, and as the warm water flows down my body, all I could think of was my dream. It felt so real like I am really with her
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