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It's one word. Three letters. One period. Not a big deal. So why have I been staring at it for hours. I've typed at least a thousand replies. I've sent nothing. He must be able to see i've read the text. I was up all night thinking of a suitable reply. 'Hi' is too friendly. 'Hello' is too formal. 'Hey' looks like i'm copying him. 

"Are you still looking at that text?" Inez says sighing dramatically. "Yes. And it's perfectly rational. I can't be too nice because I have a bitchy song about how awful he is scheduled to release tomorrow. But I can't be mean either because.." I trail off, a mouth full of toothpaste waiting to be spat out. 

"Because what." Inez tilts her head at me through the mirror. I continue brushing my teeth and walk out the bathroom. "Because you want to get back with him." She finishes for me.

"No!" I yelp defensively. "Look it's not necessarily a bad thing. You're both a little older... he's clearly a lot more mature looking." She raises her eyebrows suggestively. 

"Nez, you're my best friend. You're supposed to tell me i'm stupid and flush my phone down the toilet." I groan as I head back into the bathroom and spit, she follows me and leans on the bathroom doorframe watching me.

"You want me to do that?" She raises a brow. "No.." I reply, rinsing my tooth brush and drying my mouth. I get the floss out the cabinet and start flossing between my teeth. 

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