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messages [j.b]
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Ongoing, First published Jan 21, 2017
guys I'm adding him." 

"like he'll answer." 

"worth a shot." 

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"Chloe I would never hurt you!" 

"You liar! You fucking liar! You did! How can I trust you if all you do is lie?" 

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'Why did I add him to the groupchat? Why did I think that was a good idea? I'm so stupid. I can't even think'

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'I know I've done wrong. But I can't get my mind off her. I need her back, I love her, why can't she see that?'

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"Chloe, please." 

"Back off you douche. I don't need your ass following me this time."

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these messages hurt them. friends were lost. traders. hearts were broken. maybe it was for the better. but the messages just keep arriving. they'll never forget each other and the memories they one shared. the truth will come out. 

will everything turn out in the end. 

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