My Problem is You ♔ Dexter Manning
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"I thought we were fine why'd you leave?" he questioned, "you don't have anything against her, right?"
"I- yea, I don't, I just needed air and a lot of time." she whispered against the phone.
"Well when are you coming back?" She stayed quiet for a second unsure what to say.
Never, she thought.
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