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Oh, no. This was absolutely not what I needed. Sure, Sam had never shown any interest in me, despite my hopes. Still, the last thing I needed was for him to think I was involved with someone else. Especially not my gay best friend.
“Sam!” I pulled away from Rusty and pasted a smile on my face. “I’m so glad you’re here. I was just about to go get Maria.”
“What happened?” Sam asked again. Not waiting for a reply, he rushed past me to the couch and dropped to his knees. “Mom? Mom! Wake up! Have you guys called 911? Why didn’t you call me?”
No, no we had not and all of a sudden I didn’t have a reasonable explanation. Paramedics presumably couldn’t help with mystical problems. I’d be more likely to get useful assistance from Mr. Patel at I’ll Put a Spell on You. None of which I could tel
