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“Here. Type in my number on your phone.” She worries her lip between her teeth. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” But she’s still reaching for her phone. “For emergencies,” I lie to myself. Lie to her. She nods, something electric and unfamiliar passing between us. “For emergencies,” she agrees. Her words sound like a lie,
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