You jolt awake in a frenzy, heart pumping, and glance at the clock. Then you look for your bag, yep, still fucking there. That mother fucking kid and his stupid ball and his lying. You collapse back onto the bed. You're done. So done. So over it.
Then your phone vibrates. You pick it up and see a text from Sawyer saying they're excited for your date tonight. It turns out you made it to tomorrow after all.Street Address
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