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CHAPTER 58
SEBASTIAN
This was the last thing I expected to happen tonight.
Of course, everything in my life has been unexpected since I've met Leslie—all in a good way, to strengthen my case. But in her own case, it's an unexpected that no one wants to endure.
Sarah and I are bystanders, watching Leslie and her mom argue, or more correctly, Leslie's mother yell at her while she tries to break free from her hold. Shit, I should do something, but is it in my jurisdiction to? I feel fucking horrible for not intercepting anything but I don't know if it's my place to.
"Your father left because of you!" Leslie's mom screamed at her—Franc
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