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Richard drives us home.
I sit in the backseat of his car, eating sandwiches and sausages and steak and shakes and snacks with Juliette. She was starving.
I keep catching glances from Richard in the rearview mirror, still shocked and confused. To be honest, I'm more shocked and confused than him. A part of me still thinks this is some kind of day dream that I'm stuck in. The result of not sleeping for forty four hours. How the fùck is this possible? How is she in the back of my brother's car eating food with me?
I ask Juliette how she got here. She says she called Anna, demanding for my address so she could burn my house down after I stood her up. That makes me laugh. Anna told her about my brother. She immediately got on a flight and flew here. She didn't call or text me because
