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will

"where's Ryan?" I asked and stood up.

Jordan looked at me in confusion, "he's still at the diner." he paused, "Why?"

without another word I ran back to the diner. 'thank you, jordan, for just bringing me back to my car and not anywhere far away.' I thought to myself.

I reached the diner and ripped open the front door.

there he was.

sitting in a booth in the back corner.

"RYAN!" I yelled and walked over to him.

"Oh hey, Will." he said and took a sip of his drink.

I didn't even let him swallow before my fist connected to the side of his face.

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