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TWENTY-FIVE

KRIS:

"I miss you". I heard his deep voice before his face came into view.

He wasn't back so we were facetiming.

He was lying on a bed covered with a blanket but his chest was exposed.

I missed lying on that chest.

"I miss you more". I replied pouting.

It's been four weeks since he left  and today was one of the few days he picked my calls.

"How have you been?" He asked, stifling a yawn.

"I'm not okay"

"I'm guessing It has to do

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