My mind flashes back to a month ago, in the airport, waiting for my flight home. The tour manager had arranged my Uber, which I thought would take me to the meeting spot for the tour bus so we could all travel to the next location. Instead, it went to the airport, and when I started phoning people in confusion, no one answered. Finally, Zach called me back. “Ah, shit,” he said. “Did she already send you to the airport? I was going to talk to you first.” He dumped me over the phone. He said we were different people now, that we weren’t teenagers anymore, and that he wanted to see who he was
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