Anindita

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“Actually, I’ll text him your number and tell him myself, okay?” Shit. “I don’t want to bother him.” “He’s the captain. Part of the job description. Just sit tight, he’ll be there ASAP.” Thirty seconds later, I’m considering drowning myself in the pool, when my phone pings with a text from an unsaved number.
Anindita
Damn he on his phone ready to text
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