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Eighteen missed calls from Calum and the doorbell finally stopped ringing.

I didn't want to talk to Calum, I didn't want to talk to anybody.

I don't even know what I wanted anymore.

So I thought I wanted to be alone.

And maybe Dev was right.

Maybe I am a lost boy . . .

Or a fucking lost cause.

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