“Anyway, I’m sure you’re dying to get me out of your hair, right? Don’t think I didn’t see you climbing the walls all night having strangers in your crib. I’d take it back if I could but . . . well, it’s too late now,” he finishes under his breath. I don’t even realize that I’ve followed him to the door. “Teddy . . .” “Really, it’s okay. You’re a private person, and that’s totally cool. If I felt more sober, I’d just drive myself over there. But an Uber works too. Why don’t you shoot me a text in the morning, or whenever, and we’ll make a plan from there? I’ll only come back when you’re ready.
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