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“My number.” At the door, I spun on my heels. “Do you still have it?” He nodded. Eagerly. Hopeful. “It might be better if you got rid of it.”
“Your damn mouth,” he murmured, “is the most obscenely lovely thing I’ve ever had the burden of seeing.”
Call me if you need me.
Call me even if you don’t.
“I want her to be all right more than I want to keep my dignity.”

