"Wow, what's that face?" Sara squints as I make my way into the kitchen.
I haphazardly snatch the cereal box on the table and dig inside a handful. Dry cereals spill out my mouth bringing a grimace on my roommate's face.
It's been four days since Caleb dropped by and guess what? He hasn't contacted me yet. Deja vu. The night after that, he finally posted a long paragraph caption to a picture of an even longer handwritten letter which was him apologizing for the "confusion" as he stated. Of course, there were lines in the two-page letter I'm guessing were directed to me. Like when he said he's still available but won't be, hopefully within 80 years. What a jerk.
Another handful of cereals enters my mouth in frustration. All I need is one text to know if he got back in one piece.
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