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Chapter Twenty Two | What Should I Do?
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦
The next morning
“Oh...you’re being serious!?” Erin’s amused smirk slowly disappeared as she let what I just blurted out about Kate’s heartfelt confession fully sink in. Leaning forward with brazen energy, she whisper hissed inches away from my indignant face. “Dude why didn’t you lead with that? Now I feel like an asshole!"
I mimicked the sassy expression she wore only seconds ago before throwing my hands up helplessly, and swallowing with nervous distress as she eased back into her seat.
“Well that’s all great and everything else but um, yeah. Did you think I was fucking with you or something? Me, putting forth a shit ton of effort at nine in the morning for a joke? What a droll notion. You know very well I don’t just jump out of bed at this hour for any minuscule thing. Also, lead with what!?&nb
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