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24. Zayn
‘Okay seriously. What’s wrong?’ I asked, again.
‘Nothing. I’m just party-lagged’.‘Party-lagged? Is... That is not even a thing and if it were I think it’d be characterized by drowsiness, impaired speech and nausea not dead silence’.‘Don’t tell me you miss my voice’.
‘No? I just hate to be bored’.‘Well I’m not here to entertain you. You were supposed to tell me something?’Her voice was steely.‘Did Travis do something? Coz the last time you were transferring aggression like this he had dumped you for a cat’. I regretted it the second I said it but her reaction conf
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