Twenty Five

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My phone was under my bed.

Pretty boy stayed and sat on the couch with me, watching TV.

Sometime after midnight, I started talking.

I told him about my anxiety and my schedules and how I forgot to eat for a week and passed out- that being why I wasn't there.

I stuttered so badly I wasn't even sure if he understood what I was saying.

I told him my name.

He already knew.

"Phil?" He whispered into me ear are 3:28 in the morning.

"Y-yeah?"

"I want to help break your schedule."

"Wh-why?" I asked, clutching my hands together.

"So I can to un scheduled things
with you."

"L-l-like wha-what?"

"Like this."

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