Chapter Twenty-Three

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Phil knocked on the door.

He heard some mumbles and a loud, what sounded to him like a snapping noise, before the door opened.

A man that looked similar to himself answered it.

It took him a moment, but he recognized him as the wedding's bar tender.

His heart sunk, but he spoke up, "Is Dan home?"

The man had fairly messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, red knuckled, and his fly was down which worried Phil and made him slightly jealous.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm Phil, Dan's old roommate."

An unsettling flash of recognition crossed his face.

"Oh. Yes Dan is  here, but he's told me he doesn't want to see you." The bar tender said confidently.

Phil felt a lump in his throat as he took in the false information.

"A-alright...I'll just...go then..."

The door slammed shut and Phil was lost as tears streamed down his cheeks.


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