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Charlie
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AFTER CHECKING INTO my own room, I sent Maddox a text to let him know what was going on and then crashed for several hours. At around four o’clock, I woke up parched but feeling much better.
Realizing how late it was in the day, I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, drank some of it, and left another text for Maddox. This time, he replied back.
Maddox: I’m sending someone with your stuff.
His words confused me.
Me: What? Why?
Maddox: It’s over.
Me: What do you mean, it’s over?
Maddox: WE are over.
I stared at my phone in horror. Had he found someone else? What in the hell was going on?
Me: I don’t understand. What happened?
He didn’t answer, but sent me three photos. When I saw them, I gasped.
“What the f**k?!” I hollered, staring at
