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Complet, Prima publicare dec 19, 2021
Alex spent most of her life crushing on her best friend of 14 years. She hid it most of the time and tried not to be obvious, but the night she finally confessed, everything went downhill. Her best friend doesn't even know her name anymore. And now it's up to her to decided how she wants her crush view her. 

"What do you mean she's not waking up??" I ask in a panic, hearing sirens in the background of his side of the call as I throw on a jacket and some shoes. "I don't know!" James yells. 

I run my hands through my hair. "Where are they taking her?" 

"Uh- I think the one you pass when you're going to my house" I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. They were headed to his house and got in a car crash.

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